I hate them, too. Just keep telling yourself that everything will be OK. All you have to do is survive for an hour or two on Monday and then it will all be done, and whatever happens, happens. Pretend you’re an actor, and smile and act confident. It’s only for a couple of hours. Good luck!
Get a good night’s sleep.
Eat a good breakfast.
If you’re wearing leather shoes, make sure they’re shined.
Wear something that you know you look good in, and that you’re comfortable wearing.
Knock 'em dead!
I drank heavily the night before. Then during the “lecture phase”, I kinda wandered off thinking how the guy doing the talking looked kinda funny while slowly rotating around the room, clockwise.
Maybe I’ll just stay retired. I’m getting used to it now.
Try to do some things to occupy your time and your mind so the anxiety doesn’t run on its little treadmill in your mind. Get some fresh air and exercise, you will sleep better.
You already have a job, so this should be no biggie. Just tell yourself, I am smart enough, I am good enough, and doggone it, people like me.
Damn, don’t let it affect you too much… I know, 'cause that’s exactly what I do, and I know that I shouldn’t. I just had a phone interview (man phone interviews suck) and I sounded like a bumbling idiot.
“Name an example of how you’ve recently handled a problem with a co-worker, what action did you take, and how was it resolved?”
Wanted to say, “er… didn’t I just tell you that for the past 5 years I work in an office with just one other person, and that we don’t ever see each other?”
What I did say, “Wah wah wah wah blah, I’m a fucking moron”…
Damn, sorry Bosda. I checked in to give some words of encouragement, but see that it’s already too late. Well, they don’t know what they’re missing. Maybe some beta blockers next time?