So there you are in your itchy suit and squeaky shoes with a brandnew briefcase with that new-leather smell. You’re a bright-eyed, ambitiousTCU grad. Of course your first job interview will be a breeze,what could possibly go wrong? You are fully prepared with a portfoliothat boasts all yourgreatest accomplishmentsfrom that in-depth historyresearch paper you got aB on (it should have beenan A, but life isn’t alwaysfair) to the brilliantly funnyopinion columns you wrotefor The Skiff. You smile toyourself when you thinkabout that last one aboutspring break8212;hilarious.Sitting in the waiting roomwith three other applicants,you check out the competitionand realize this isn’t exactly what you thought it would be. Acouple of people appear to be roughly your age, and three otherslook older than your Dad. One of the applicants, a young woman inher mid-20s with designer everything is talking into her cell phone asthough she were the only one there. “Well, I have done five internships,and that year abroad where I learned everything to do withthis job, and oh yea I was named the cutest, funniest, most-qualifiedperson ever, I hope that’s enough,” she says into the phone.What? You start to panic. Your advisor always said doing three internshipsgave you a distinct advantage going into the interviewprocess. You thought you were covered. You realize your palms aresweating and without thinking, wipe them on your skirt. Ew.The last applicant is a guy who is popping gum and sitting withlegs akimbo, completely relaxed. You wish you had some of whatthis guy is smoking, because he appears to be as cool as the proverbialcucumber. You try to change the subject in your mind andsuddenly realize with a startthat you locked your keys inthe car … with your portfolio!Crap.A receptionist comes outand calls in the internshipsgirl and the gum-popper.As they walk out of thewaiting room together andyou notice one of the oldermen has fallen asleep andyou snicker to yourself. Ohthank God, your portfoliois under the chair afterall. You still can’t find yourkeys, but that’s okay, you’ll freaking walk home if it means you caninterview for this job.Somehow your confidence returns as you step through that doorand all the tension melts away. You smile and your prospective bosssmiles back. The interview goes well though your nerves cause youto forget almost every word of what was said as soon as it is over.You get to the parking lot and fish out your phone with still shakinghands and they have already emailed you a second interview date.You think maybe all your worry was for naught and you might justfloat to the house, nevermind the keys