bah, don't know why I'm so nervous about this meeting (see below). Social butterfly that I am (!), I don't have a problem with meeting and talking to people, so I don't know why this is any different. Well, I guess I do know... 'cos it's important to me that I get this web site job, and I'm probably making it out to be more of a big deal than it is.
Ideally, I would have liked to get a snappy little black blazer or something to wear over my chartreuse v-neck top, but I didn't have the time to shop. One thing, now that I'm smaller, I don't have to worry about feeling big and awkward -- yes, that used to bother me, mainly because I didn't have anything to wear -- Oh, wait, didn't I just get through saying that I didn't have something to wear? poo, I'm rambling.
My hair. I still can't style it perfectly (is it ever?), but my hand is still messed up and it's difficult to aim the blowdryer in the proper direction. Someone mentioned to me about a stand for the dryer, how it's wonderful 'cos you can use both hands to doodle with the hair... oh well.
The rain. The humidity will screw with my hair anyway, so I don't know why I bother. The straightness that I attempt to put in it will totally curl whichever way it wants to as soon as I walk out the door.
bah. So that's the deal.
Now that I've vented, I wish i could say, "whew! That helped. Now I'm not nervous anymore."
nope. Time for the big guns - gimme some valium or something, would'ja?
Wish me luck!