Upchuck

I feel really sick, like something is itching to get out of my stomach. I almost fainted in the shower this morning because my heart was beating so fast and I felt exhausted, even if I had just woken up. Definitely not good, especially since I had a job interview to go to. I threw on ill-fitting clothes and left the house without earrings (my mother will be furious) because at this point, I just didn't care anymore.

In the car, I gagged multiple times and you could tell BJ was a mix of loving concern for the sick girlfriend but also, very deathly afraid for the car. We reached the place intact and dry (thank goodness) but the relief was shortlived. The minute BJ pulled over by the side of the road, I opened the door and vomited in front of a very put-together house. Uh-oh.

Anyway, I pulled through. The lady wants me to come back tomorrow to "try me out." I'm not so sure about the job but it's worth a try.

Oh, one thing about interviews. Never say you want it for "experience." The person interviewing you will think you're not that serious about the job and will also think that you aren't loyal. I know this is a no-no but I went right ahead and said it anyway. I swear, I am on a whole new level of katangahan.

This calls for a nap.

PS. The second I got home I raced to the bathroom and hurled out a kind of orange broth. It's either the sardines I had last night or the karekare.