Interviews give me the Heebie Jeebies

I was interviewed for the 4th time today. I wish I could say that it gets better, it gets easier, you get used to selling yourself to others.

Not at all.

My palms still get sweaty. My heart beats out of my chest when I enter the building. My stomach still drops to the ground as I await my scheduled time. My clothes don’t fit on me and I feel like an awkward version of myself.

Do I have makeup smeared on my face? Is my hair in place? Did I shake that person’s hand? Why are they staring into my soul?

How do you do it?