Limbo
I have the "interview" tomorrow.
There's no direct public transport to the place, so I will probably either get a lift or drive in, and I might have to try catching the two buses back home. (Whoo, buses.)
My dad had to get the car fixed so I could use it without the unpleasant risk of the engine cutting out or the indicators not working (among other things). I got to drive it home once it was fixed. It must be months since I last drove. Every time I drive, I remember how much I actually like driving. Probably a good thing to keep driving to fairly rare, anyway.
I have bought so many new things in the hope of getting this job. I got my trousers shortened, I bought new shoes, I bought new tops, I even bought a handbag. Just to look more professional and less like myself. Though I still made sure the first consideration was its ability to carry a book comfortably. I am not completely lost just yet. I think I'd even be able to fit a comic trade in, though I haven't tested it yet.
I've just finished plotting out my route to the interview, for driving and for bussing. I need to pack my bag before I go sleep (it's a routine that's worked for me ever since primary school), and figure out what to wear tomorrow.
Apparently this company doesn't hire its people directly, but through an agency, so even if I perform adequately tomorrow I may have to go get a proper formal interview with the agency people, just to make sure I am actually a good fit for the company rather than just someone's daughter.
*Flail*
Man, I hope I get this job. I feel like I know nothing about what is supposed to end up being my career. I need to start somewhere. Also, I need a tag to refer to this stuff. (Undead accountant? Pirate accountant? I don't know yet.) Only if I get the job, I guess.
Also, I lied in my last entry.
Results don't come out till this Friday. I nearly had a panic when I couldn't see my results last Friday. Then I just got annoyed. Another week in purgatory.
There's no direct public transport to the place, so I will probably either get a lift or drive in, and I might have to try catching the two buses back home. (Whoo, buses.)
My dad had to get the car fixed so I could use it without the unpleasant risk of the engine cutting out or the indicators not working (among other things). I got to drive it home once it was fixed. It must be months since I last drove. Every time I drive, I remember how much I actually like driving. Probably a good thing to keep driving to fairly rare, anyway.
I have bought so many new things in the hope of getting this job. I got my trousers shortened, I bought new shoes, I bought new tops, I even bought a handbag. Just to look more professional and less like myself. Though I still made sure the first consideration was its ability to carry a book comfortably. I am not completely lost just yet. I think I'd even be able to fit a comic trade in, though I haven't tested it yet.
I've just finished plotting out my route to the interview, for driving and for bussing. I need to pack my bag before I go sleep (it's a routine that's worked for me ever since primary school), and figure out what to wear tomorrow.
Apparently this company doesn't hire its people directly, but through an agency, so even if I perform adequately tomorrow I may have to go get a proper formal interview with the agency people, just to make sure I am actually a good fit for the company rather than just someone's daughter.
*Flail*
Man, I hope I get this job. I feel like I know nothing about what is supposed to end up being my career. I need to start somewhere. Also, I need a tag to refer to this stuff. (Undead accountant? Pirate accountant? I don't know yet.) Only if I get the job, I guess.
Also, I lied in my last entry.
Results don't come out till this Friday. I nearly had a panic when I couldn't see my results last Friday. Then I just got annoyed. Another week in purgatory.