I've gone to the bathroom eighteen-hundred time in the last six minutes. My speech is broken I can barely get a sentence together, my Mother must have thought I was drunk when she spoke with me earlier. My hands are shaking like I'm a DJ at a rave spinning like tomorrow will never come. I'm sweating like a hot race horse, my leg is bouncing up and down like trampoline Tuesday and I can't go five minutes without looking at the clock and reading the Wikipedia article on the company. Can you tell I have an interview today?