Dream A Little Dream With Me Part 2
I tap my feet when I’m nervous. Just because I try and give it a rhythm, doesn’t mean that those around me like it, most of the time, they dont. On those occasions where I can’t make noise, I tend to move my fingers as though I were masterfully playing a piano while I watch the tendons across my wrists move in tandem. But on some days, no matter how hard I try to distract myself, nothing seems to work. That was exactly how I felt at my first job interview waiting all by myself inside a board room. The carpet on the floor muffled the sound my feet were making as tried in vain to find a position that was comfortable in my chair. Almost immediately after I settled in, the door opened. Dr. Singh didn’t seem very impressed as I stood up to shake his hand, nonetheless, I didn’t let that assumption cloud my excitement. He didn’t say anything as h e glanced through my CV. It was just one page, remember, this was the first time I had ever applied for a job in