Oh my, how scared. It’s not my first interview and yet I feel like it’s the first time. There is no point in standing here and mulling over what they might ask of me. And the position of the arms, the beautiful straight back, the voice not shaky. But I can’t help it. Damn! Maybe they’ll give me a technical test, then there are those weird trick questions that reveal personality. I have nothing to hide anyway, do I have something to hide? Here in the waiting room there is a beautiful clock attached to the wall, it says “do not be late”. Well, at least I got this one right. Oh, the door. Here it opens … “Come on, take a seat.”