I just… I can’t believe it, and I’m so ANGRY at myself, because I stood up there, in front of everyone, giving this HUGE presentation that literally my whole career depends on, and I could just FEEL the sweat patches spreading under the arms of my light blue shirt, which, of course, was EXPENSIVE, but it was all I had that fit and was clean and wasn't too casual for the city, and I kept trying to hold my arms just right so no one would notice, but I know they did, and then I just kept thinking about old Mrs. Henderson from the post office seeing me like that and telling everyone in town, and it was humiliating, and I just wanted to scream.