Only what really happened was that I pushed my alarm clock under the pillow when it went off and woke up again at 4:57.
Never have I gotten out of the house so quickly.
In the end I was in the terminal building by 5:30, which isn't bad considering...
And the interview? Seemed to go ok - and I am trying to suppress the "fear of change" that moving overseas would mean to my social life and hobbies.