Here’s why you don’t cry at your next job interview

I sat in traffic in Boston, Massachusetts one cold fall morning 16 years ago, cursing myself, cursing the cars around me, and cursing the world. I had prepared so much for the job interview at the prestigious firm I was driving to – done research, gotten dressed in a sharp outfit, prepared questions to ask – and yet somehow I had not left enough time to make up for a traffic jam on the way to their offices.

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