The room is quiet as I enter, the air thick with expectation.
My manager sits at the head of the table, flanked by a panel of evaluators.
He gestures for me to sit, and I comply, my heart pounding in my chest.
The questions come fast, each one probing deeper into my habits, my choices.
I answer as best as I can, but the pressure is immense.
“And what about this pineapple routine?”
One of the evaluators asks, her pen poised above a clipboard.
“It’s just a small thing I do for myself,”
I say, my voice steady despite the tension.
“And has it made a difference?”
