I had a job interview yesterday for a job I really, really want, and as has been the case on several occasions before, thinking back, I can hardly remember a word I said. What does however worry me is that I think I might have come across as an eight-year old with ADD who just sucked a triple espresso through a whole packet of Tim Tams. I’m really hoping I didn’t arse it up but I really have no idea. I’m mainly just wishing I had a hard drive in my brain so I could wind back and check my answers because on vague recollection some of them might have been cobblers. I can do this job, I know I can, but I’m like Homer Simpson asking my brain not to screw it up for me.
Don’t screw it up, brain.
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“Look brain, get me this job or I go back to killing you with beer.”
No joy. Still, have another job. Ah well. All good.
It’s not necessarily your brain that’s at fault.