Good Angel: Well, that was ok.
Bad Angel: Fuck, you blew it.
Good Angel: No, no, it went fine. She made polite small talk with you afterward, laughed a few times, spoke as if you already had the job...it went fine.
Bad Angel: Nope, you fuckin blew it. Did you see the size of the booger in your nose in the elevator mirror post-interview?
Good Angel: First of all, that wasn't a booger, it was a piece of dry skin, and second of all, it wasn't that big.
Bad Angel: It looked like something a 49er would've used as down payment on a California mansion. And I don't even want to talk about your voice.
Good Angel: I have a cold. And it's 0 fucking degrees outside. So it croaked a little.
Bad Angel: A little? You sounded positively pubescent.
Good Angel: Well that shouldn't have any effect on how she judged me.
Bad Angel: No, but your flubbed answers about dealing with classes with varying levels will.
Good Angel: I gave an ok answer...
Bad Angel: You gave an incomplete answer. You totally forgot to mention your best idea.
Good Angel: You're paranoid. I got into this program 9 months ago...I'll get in again.
Bad Angel: Yeah, and you just had to bring up how you turned them down, didn't you? I'm sure they'll look kindly on that.
Good Angel: Yeah...maybe shouldn't've mentioned that....I'm fucked, aren't I?
Bad Angel: Yup.
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haha, glad to know that I'm not the only one with an internal dialogue that goes on like that,
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