I accidentally said “prerogative” instead of “initative” in my Rotary interview today.
I think the best part is I didn’t realize it until my mother pointed it out to me when I was trying to explain my answer to a question. That sentence sucked. The point of this? I was more nervous than I thought.
Overall, the whole thing went alright though. I liked the people there, and they made me feel good about myself and complimented me. I like being told that there should be more people like me. That’s a-ok, really. But I’ll refrain from saying too much lest I tempt the wrath of the whatever from high atop the thing, and should have to go outside and turn three times and spit, where I’m sure the spit will have frozen. See, that sentence kind of sucks, but is redeemed, because it’s West Wing Sorkin.
A few more days and I’ll know for sure. Wish me luck or something.
Oh, and the number 42 was the answer on a test I took. I believed I should stop right there. I’d answered.
I’ve been forgetting to say
Mata ashita.