7:56 a.m. Interview day. I loathe interviews though I feel as prepared as I can for this interview.

At my fam's Sunday dinner, I brought out the standard questions to discuss over grilled steak and asperagus.

I'm not nervous now. Not sure if I'll be nervous. It's a second round interview with the VP of the organization. You'd think coop would make me interview savvy but the last thing I want to do is think about how I'm going to convince the person sitting across from me to hire me. It's not my style. I'm the same in my friendships - you take this project for who she is. Like me or not.

I said between yummy bites of German noodles that I wish I could just work for the person for a few days to show how I am, not tell. Best lesson learned in high school writer's craft was: show! don't tell! I feel then at least I could reveal my nature.

Auntie looks at me and says: no, that wouldn't help. You're a quiet sort whose presence isn't immediately felt. It's not till later that people notice.
She continued to define me in cinematic terms. A sleeper, nat, you're a sleeper.

Ok.

You're the movie that no one expects, the movie that develops into a big, pleasant surprise. A cult hit.

Ah huh.

I never asked which movie, but I should've.

Anyway, the interview's in a couple of hours. I'm going to put on my new dress, j-lo hat and do my best. That's all I can really do.

n@s