YAY!
I have an interview. At Worcester. For my PGCE starting this September.
It is on Monday. Six days (said in the Geordie Big Brother voice).
I am terrified but hopelessly excited too, and this totally means Kyle and I have to reorganise our plans for this weekend. He's coming up on Thursday and *was* going to be heading back on Monday, but instead we'll be travelling down together on the Sunday; I'll leave Tuesday (the day he has an interview, actually) but it's worth it. And hey, we'll grab an extra day together, and if this works out we should be living around twenty miles apart next month!
I am crossing my fingers and my toes. I've prayed to everything I can think of, and I just keep thinking 'Please please please please please let me get this'. I don't think (with the exception of Kyle) I've ever wanted anything so much in my whole bloody life!
The only bad thing is that because of the interview's timing, I need to 'break cover' at work and admit to my head of reception, Alex, that I've applied for this course. I have Friday & Saturday off this week; he hasn't done next week's rotas yet, but I need a bloody good reason to take Monday & Tuesday off too. So instead of inventing a dying great-aunt Mildred or anything like that, I'm simply going to tell him the truth. What's he going to do, fire me??? I think he'll be quite nice about the whole thing, particularly after I explain that if I get on the course I'll be here until the beginning of September; which was probably around when I'd have been leaving anyway. The reception's understaffed at the moment, and he's a nice guy, I think it'll be okay. If there are any problems though, well, that's his problem. I AM going to this interview damnit!
I've given up trying not to get my hopes up. I have an interview, they are officially up. But fuck it, when you have a shot at making yourself happy, you'd be a fool not to believe in it and take it. Even if it's financially speaking quite a dreadful idea! Speaking of, I am officially saving money and trying to flog my life away on eBay again, so that if I need to fork out for a house deposit and the like, I may be able to afford it without selling my organs on the black market. Depending on how it goes, I may even consider doing something I never thought I would - selling my beloved LeedsFest ticket.
We'll see how it goes. Right now I need to start thinking about interview outfits (my black tulip skirt and a new blouse & jacket I think are in order - I know I'm trying to save money, but I really need to dress to impress!) and preparing for the interview. They're sending me info out in the post, I think I have to give a presentation or something... Scary! Of course this means that I'll be spending lots of mine and Kyle's weekend together preparing for the interview.
Oh and I just got an e-mail from a distant cousin saying she's finally placed Hannah Hinks - baptised in a neighbouring parish in Bedfordshire as Hannah Inks. I've been trying to work out where Hannah came from since I was 17... my cup of happiness pretty much runneth over :)
I'm sure work will take care of my good mood, though.
It is on Monday. Six days (said in the Geordie Big Brother voice).
I am terrified but hopelessly excited too, and this totally means Kyle and I have to reorganise our plans for this weekend. He's coming up on Thursday and *was* going to be heading back on Monday, but instead we'll be travelling down together on the Sunday; I'll leave Tuesday (the day he has an interview, actually) but it's worth it. And hey, we'll grab an extra day together, and if this works out we should be living around twenty miles apart next month!
I am crossing my fingers and my toes. I've prayed to everything I can think of, and I just keep thinking 'Please please please please please let me get this'. I don't think (with the exception of Kyle) I've ever wanted anything so much in my whole bloody life!
The only bad thing is that because of the interview's timing, I need to 'break cover' at work and admit to my head of reception, Alex, that I've applied for this course. I have Friday & Saturday off this week; he hasn't done next week's rotas yet, but I need a bloody good reason to take Monday & Tuesday off too. So instead of inventing a dying great-aunt Mildred or anything like that, I'm simply going to tell him the truth. What's he going to do, fire me??? I think he'll be quite nice about the whole thing, particularly after I explain that if I get on the course I'll be here until the beginning of September; which was probably around when I'd have been leaving anyway. The reception's understaffed at the moment, and he's a nice guy, I think it'll be okay. If there are any problems though, well, that's his problem. I AM going to this interview damnit!
I've given up trying not to get my hopes up. I have an interview, they are officially up. But fuck it, when you have a shot at making yourself happy, you'd be a fool not to believe in it and take it. Even if it's financially speaking quite a dreadful idea! Speaking of, I am officially saving money and trying to flog my life away on eBay again, so that if I need to fork out for a house deposit and the like, I may be able to afford it without selling my organs on the black market. Depending on how it goes, I may even consider doing something I never thought I would - selling my beloved LeedsFest ticket.
We'll see how it goes. Right now I need to start thinking about interview outfits (my black tulip skirt and a new blouse & jacket I think are in order - I know I'm trying to save money, but I really need to dress to impress!) and preparing for the interview. They're sending me info out in the post, I think I have to give a presentation or something... Scary! Of course this means that I'll be spending lots of mine and Kyle's weekend together preparing for the interview.
Oh and I just got an e-mail from a distant cousin saying she's finally placed Hannah Hinks - baptised in a neighbouring parish in Bedfordshire as Hannah Inks. I've been trying to work out where Hannah came from since I was 17... my cup of happiness pretty much runneth over :)
I'm sure work will take care of my good mood, though.