There is also a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach, as if the temperature there is a couple of degrees hotter than everywhere else, and my insides have got too big for my outsides. Attractive men make me uncomfortable, and I run away. Yes I am a hopeless case.
Telephone interview question yesterday:
Them: "Describe your communication skills."
Me: *thinks* WTF kind of question is that? *says* "I can talk face to face, use a telephone, write reports and letters and use email. I'm also good at seeking feedback."
Them: "We want to give you a second interview."
Who writes these questions? And how does an inane answer like "I can use the telephone" make me a preferred candidate?
EDIT: I have just discovered that spinning round and round on my swivelly chair makes me pleasantly dizzy, even if I do it with my eyes closed. Go on, try it.