Interview jitters?
One day while waiting to board the 16 eastbound on Nicollet and 4th, I noticed the guy waiting next to me looked awfully nervous. He kept shifting his weight from one foot to the other, and appeared to be concentrating hard. Occasionally he would clip open a briefcase, shuffle the papers inside as if to be sure he hadn’t forgotten anything important, and then clip it closed again. Continue reading ‘Interview jitters?’
