"Deep breaths," Mark whispered in my ear as he hugged me. "Deep breaths."
I couldn't stop shaking. I had the opportunity for a job interview with Pixar. Pixar. It was insane. The thought alone of working for Pixar was mindboggling. I had the chance! Right here!
The only problem was that I'd had so long to think about and prepare for this interview that I became more stressed about it than excited. My mind had gotten the best of me and I'd convinced myself I wouldn't get the job. I had the chance of a lifetime right in front of me and I could not see a bright side. I mean, come on, what even are the chances of working at Pixar?
"You're gonna do fine, Y/N. I believe in you." Mark leaned in to kiss my forehead but I stepped away, shaking my head. …show more content…
I'm not good enough. They're gonna hate me. I know it." I ran my hands through my already messy hair as I turned away from Mark.
Mark put a hand on my shoulder, "What's wrong? You were so excited when you found out about this a few weeks ago." He was talking about when I first told him there was an opening and they were looking for new artists. And he was right, I was excited then. It'd been a dream of mine to work at Pixar since I was 10 years old.
I had already had an interview over the phone, and that went well I would say. After that, they told me they wanted to have another, in person, interview. That was two weeks ago.
The interview was today. In less than an hour. I was not ready.
"I'm sure they will choose you. They'd be dumb not
I couldn't stop shaking. I had the opportunity for a job interview with Pixar. Pixar. It was insane. The thought alone of working for Pixar was mindboggling. I had the chance! Right here!
The only problem was that I'd had so long to think about and prepare for this interview that I became more stressed about it than excited. My mind had gotten the best of me and I'd convinced myself I wouldn't get the job. I had the chance of a lifetime right in front of me and I could not see a bright side. I mean, come on, what even are the chances of working at Pixar?
"You're gonna do fine, Y/N. I believe in you." Mark leaned in to kiss my forehead but I stepped away, shaking my head. …show more content…
I'm not good enough. They're gonna hate me. I know it." I ran my hands through my already messy hair as I turned away from Mark.
Mark put a hand on my shoulder, "What's wrong? You were so excited when you found out about this a few weeks ago." He was talking about when I first told him there was an opening and they were looking for new artists. And he was right, I was excited then. It'd been a dream of mine to work at Pixar since I was 10 years old.
I had already had an interview over the phone, and that went well I would say. After that, they told me they wanted to have another, in person, interview. That was two weeks ago.
The interview was today. In less than an hour. I was not ready.
"I'm sure they will choose you. They'd be dumb not