I will destroy fax machine, own future.

So, I have a big meeting this morning, and whenever I have a meeting or interview, I have a feeling not unlike that feeling you get when you walk over a bridge and suddenly become afraid that you will jump off for no reason.

When I am going to an office for something like this, I start picturing myself opening a can of soda and then pouring it directly into their fax machine.

Then when they ask me what I'm doing, I punch a bunch of buttons, say "I'm faxing a soda to Japan," and then run out of the building.

Totally normal, right?

God, I hope they have a fax machine.