well, today wasn't an interview, it was just a meet and greet. seriously, the more i think about it, the more i don't want the job. i know i should want it. and i know if i keep it, i'll be glad i have it. and i'll definitely be happy i'm in medical records, not the kitchen. but the cook asked me today if i'm getting nervous about keeping my job. i told him no, and explained that not getting it would mean i could do something else. "what would you do?" he asked.
"exactly."