Interview

The interview went much better than I expected. Instead of walking into a bleak and cold office staffed with vapid 22 year olds, I walked into a small office with four desks and two employees. I impressed K with my skillset and charming personality. K is going to get me an interview with a small company on Wall Street for Monday. Wahoo!!!! I don't always like to wear makeup but today, I think I did a pretty good job for the likes of me. It doesn't always come out as nice as it did ealier. To show you what I mean, I took a couple of pictures of myself in makeup.

I've developed this weird fascination with photographing myself. Can anyone explain it to me? Does anyone else have the same weird solopsistic fascination?