Whistling in the dark

How did it go? Honestly, I have no idea, and yet I still have a vague feeling of impending doom hovering over me. I've already forgotten half of what I was asked and most of how I answered. I was nervous, I remember that much, and I'm certain I committed the cardinal sin of not knowing when to stop talking. I also think I answered some questions somewhat tangentially, although given that they weren't technical, that may or may not be a bad thing (goes to show character, your honour?).

At least the interviewer was friendly and good natured, and she said at the end my company had been a pleasure. That she sounded like she meant it, regardless of how I'd just performed, brought a smile to my face and I thanked her for it. She told me that they are hoping to hold face-to-face interviews next week, so I imagine I'll be put out of my misery before too long.

Still, I'll try not to dwell on any dark thoughts too much, and instead attempt to take Kevin's advice to heart: It didn't go as badly as you thought it did.

I hope not.