Patricia’s Pastimes

I had my interview with Pirtle yesterday. I immediately replayed it over and over on the way home, criticizing everything I said and did not say. Started sounding like Homer Simpson (not related to Jessica Simpson or maybe he is). “Why did I say that? DOHH! And why did I forget to say this? DOHH!” And it went on and on until I found myself at Target. I walked the aisles talking to one of my best friends, with this knot in my stomach and wanting to cry. Don’t know if it was the let down from the nerves now that the interview was over or if I really did bad. And then hello Satan. And what if I got the job. Can I be a successful teacher? Maybe I should get an office job. I stayed up until after three this morning because I was so keyed up that I could not lay down. I almost woke up Lonnie to take me to the ER because my heart was racing so fast I thought it would explode. Part of this panic attack could have been due to the fact that I ate dark chocolate covered almonds and washed it down with a diet coke. Can you say Caffeine Overload?