Argh, hopes... rising... can't stop them...!
Oh my god, my heart is hammering. I cannot help it, I'm getting my hope up. I've just received an e-mail for a job interview. This is a job I REALLY want. You can't even begin to imagine how much I want it. My life is all about getting the Dream Job, I don't care about having a family or friends or going on holiday or owning a big house, I just want THAT job. The job that makes me happy. Something I can wake up every morning and not resent. I cannot imagine a life where I have to do a job I hate. I think for most folk their employment is a means to an ends, the ends being material possessions or a family. For me the job IS the ends; the years and years I spent studying my arse off were the means.
Interview is 9th May. In Oxford.
I'm rather concerned about what will happen to me if I don't get the job. I have a whole month to get excited about it, I'll be crushed if I don't get it. I want to be positive, but it's too dangerous.
Might buy myself a new suit. Oh, and read that self-help book my mum got me (cringe).
If I get that job I can finally start my life.
Interview is 9th May. In Oxford.
I'm rather concerned about what will happen to me if I don't get the job. I have a whole month to get excited about it, I'll be crushed if I don't get it. I want to be positive, but it's too dangerous.
Might buy myself a new suit. Oh, and read that self-help book my mum got me (cringe).
If I get that job I can finally start my life.