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November 18, 2007
I had to go for an interview today at short notice. I looked a state. I'd mutilated my fingers the night before with a pin. I wasn't dressed smartly. Even when I dress smartly I look like a fraud. My hair won't be tamed. My coat is three years old and scruffy. I hid my bag in a drawer at work. I couldn't be seen with it- not there. I had to pretend I was presentable. They always see through it, though. I can't do the plastic smile. One day though, I might get lucky. The people might be human.