Interview stuff

Yesterday has come and gone. Finally. I wasn't too keen on the day because an interview was looming ahead. And I'm not very good at being interviewed. At least that's what I thought. But one good friend whom I never knew I had took the time out to sent me a few words of encouragement as well as what to expect. Life savers like her are very few. It made me feel nice inside, but I still braced myself for the worst. Unfortunately I am not the outgoing twin. I'm the one who says nothing and observes. Which I know makes people uncomfortable. The fact that my Mister here is an interviewee pro didn't help either. He kept smiling while I kept complaining. He likes, no, loves, no, adores interviews. Because he will conduct the interview and not the other way round. But then he's far more outgoing than me. And although I know exactly what he'll be thinking, we really don't think the same at all. His thinking would be, oh yeah great, interview here I come. My thinking was, well in an hour's time this will be over and I cannot wait for it to be over. He doesn't even think that his being big could interfere with things, and since he does not give that scared vibe, it never does. Me.. I dressed in black (more flattering), still kept my trademark gypsy earrings (I don't care if subtle earrings are more suitable for an interview because that's not me), and the rest of my other 5 earrings. And me... scared the big issue would come up. And quite pleasantly there wasn't a millimetre of the big issue vibe in the room. So instantly made me comfortable. And I talked, and talked and talked. I couldn't stop. Suddenly I was loving the attention. Because it was all to do about my world, the world of music and little people, and that is a subject which is very close to heart. I must have written a hundred entries about that subject alone here on my blog. Plenty of practise. The words couldn't stop. The supposedly 20 minutes turned into 60. I never faltered, or felt like a mouse. No I was there in all my grandeur and I knew exactly what I was saying. Experience... sigh. Experience is probably a very good teacher. And being a teacher probably makes you good at public speaking. Four years ago, I wouldn't have been able to hold a conversation with a stranger to save my life. It seems things have changed. I am calmer, but I talk more. I can finally talk because in these four years I have been a teacher, mum, nurse all in one. The world of little people is a grand one. The world of music combined with little people is an even grander one. Hence the interview was a breeze, thanks to the little people, and my new friend. I owe you one Rose!