This is the first job interview of my life that really counts, and I already know it: I’m going to have to seriously bullshit my way through it.
More importantly, when he eventually asks me The QUESTION, I’m going to have to lie straight through my teeth. I know this. I’ve rehearsed my delivery of its answer about ten times this morning in the hotel mirror. No one practices lying that much if they don’t know they’ll need it. I need to know that when it comes my answer will be so good and perfect and casual that he won’t suspect anything at all. People lie all the time. That’s how you get to work in New York, probably, right?
“So your resume address says New Jersey? Are you based there or do you have plans to relocate to the city?”
“Actually I’m moving in six weeks! To a friend’s room in Brooklyn. I’m,” (flirtatious but professional laugh), “obviously trying to line up something to actually pay for staying here permanently.”