<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Lady Jane on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/lady-jane/</link><description>Recent content in Lady Jane on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 29 Aug 2014 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/lady-jane/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>My Job Interview</title><link>/stories/2014/08/29/my-job-interview/</link><pubDate>Fri, 29 Aug 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/08/29/my-job-interview/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The story begins when I was on my way to a job interview. I had parked my car in a city lot and had a 10 minute walk to get to my destination. I was dressed in a new business suit and my hair was done up in a tight little bun. I wanted to look as professional as possible.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I glanced at my watch…… 8:47…&amp;hellip; I was early. I didn’t want to be late, but I didn’t want to arrive too early either. I saw a clean bench and decided to sit for a couple of minutes and compose myself. I was very nervous and I was starting to perspire. I sure didn’t want that!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>