The next morning, I woke up early, feeling nervous but excited about the interview. I had spent hours preparing, researching the airline, and practicing my responses to common interview questions.
As i get ready, I slipped into my carefully chosen outfit, a white blouse, and a pair of fitted, black trousers. My hair was styled in a neat ponytail, and I had kept my makeup simple and understated. I felt confident and professional, ready to make a great impression.
I stood outside the interview room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of nervousness wash over me. I had been waiting for what felt like an eternity, and I was starting to lose hope. The other candidates were all chatting quietly among themselves, but I just stood there, my eyes fixed on the door.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I heard my name being called.
"Joanna, number 12," a voice echoed from inside the room.
