I had an interview for a job today.
My potential boss asked me ... What's an Erika story? What's the one you want to write?
I could give no answer. When she asked it, whatever maturity I felt went away. An hour earlier, I was thinking, this is a real job, like a career... I'm all grown up.
Ya.. right. I'm some kid - jumping into the deep end, promising all the grown ups "I can do it myself!"
Why should we hire you? I don't need water wings any more!
What do you bring to the deep end? I can hold my breath for a minute.
Why do you want to work here? I'm sick of the shallow end.
It's all about how hard you kick... well, so I'm told. Sink or swim.
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