worry

Well,
the interviewer called and offered me a second interview.
I said yes and we scheduled it.
and I hung up the phone and berated myself.
I'm not right for this job and its not right for me either!
Ack!
Why did I agree to another interview?

Since Hubby was in a meeting,
my mother's answer would be predictable (whole other story there),
I called Dad.
Told him his role would be "the voice of reason".
We had a great chat
and he said " If you really think its wrong, don't waste their time and your gas money."

I called and declined the 2nd interview.
They suggested I apply for another opening they have.
Hmmm.
Anyway, a little weight off my shoulder I guess