Yay for life throwing you curve balls...
*is buzzing with adrenaline here*
You see, yesterday (well, Wednesday, so two days ago, now, I suppose), Dad told me about this job as an editor's assistant at a medical journal publication place. And it sounds like a dream job. It's all work I can do, or can easily be trained to do, yet it's challenging and stimulating. It's right near my place (in Carlton! Can you believe the luck! Right near my old Uni, too! *squees for joy*), as well as being even closer to Ben's place (I'll explain that relevance in a sec). And, best of all, starting salary is (I think) about $36 000 a year! Thirty six fsking grand!!!
*checks fingers* It's good pay. It's close to public transport and my home. It's in the publishing industry.
So all I've got to do now is hope that my CV warrants an interview. *crosses all available appendages*
The reason it's good that it's so near Ben's place (within walking distance, in fact) is that Ben's flatmate may be moving out soon. And if I have an income - which this job would certainly provide - I could move in with him. And maybe even Ewan could too (if he can throw off the shackles of parental oppression, that is). And that would get me out of Dad's house, and not draining his complete lack of resources.
Of course, Ben's place is not exactly 100% secure right now anyway, being up for sale and all. But. If I can dream of practically walking in to an editorial assistant's position, I can dream about being able to move out of home!
To be honest, this morning I was so nervous I was almost throwing up. But thank gods for retail therapy, huh? Dad took me to Savers (yes, I know, the shame) to look for some professional-looking attire. Actually found some nice office-y shirts and a lovely little pair of shoes. Very professional, but with just enough insanity to still be me.
When I said that to Ewan, he shook his head in amazement. Apparently, he's not used to me sounding that much like a girl. Well, honestly, what do I sound like then? Still, I was kinda proud at the same time. While the girly thing (obsessing about clothes, cosmetics and miscellaneous accessories - and may I point out that to some "girly" girls, lovers seem to fall into that category) is fun to do every now and then, I'd hate to sound that shallow all the time. But every now and then, a girl needs to squee over completely inconsequential things like the appearance of a pair of shoes.
Not that these shoes are completely inconsequential. I mean, they'll be going towards an interview outfit, after all. *sigh* I dream of the day I can afford to buy shirts from, not only David Jones' higher range, but also that fantastic little... would the word be boutique?.. named Antons, in Melbourne Central. Some of the most gorgeous women's shirts and skirts I've ever seen. Professional, with that slightly eccentric edge. Just what I want to be, I guess.
Yes, I'm excited.
Oh, and I also went to see Shrek 2 today. No spoilers, I promise, but OMG it sooooooo made up for HP PoA! Absolutely pissed myself (almost literally). Fantastic. To be honest, I thought it was even better than the first one. No doubt there are those who'd disagree, but the animation was even better (lighting just that bit more subtle, greater attention to details like hair, etc), and the voice talents were fantastic. Rupert Everett as Prince Charming is to die for. Jennifer Saunders as the Fairy Godmother just had me in stitches. And John Cleese as Fiona's father, and Julie Andrews as Fiona's mother! *dies laughing*
Okay, I'm definitely suffering sleep-deprivation. So I'm going to go now. *waves*
Wish me luck!
You see, yesterday (well, Wednesday, so two days ago, now, I suppose), Dad told me about this job as an editor's assistant at a medical journal publication place. And it sounds like a dream job. It's all work I can do, or can easily be trained to do, yet it's challenging and stimulating. It's right near my place (in Carlton! Can you believe the luck! Right near my old Uni, too! *squees for joy*), as well as being even closer to Ben's place (I'll explain that relevance in a sec). And, best of all, starting salary is (I think) about $36 000 a year! Thirty six fsking grand!!!
*checks fingers* It's good pay. It's close to public transport and my home. It's in the publishing industry.
So all I've got to do now is hope that my CV warrants an interview. *crosses all available appendages*
The reason it's good that it's so near Ben's place (within walking distance, in fact) is that Ben's flatmate may be moving out soon. And if I have an income - which this job would certainly provide - I could move in with him. And maybe even Ewan could too (if he can throw off the shackles of parental oppression, that is). And that would get me out of Dad's house, and not draining his complete lack of resources.
Of course, Ben's place is not exactly 100% secure right now anyway, being up for sale and all. But. If I can dream of practically walking in to an editorial assistant's position, I can dream about being able to move out of home!
To be honest, this morning I was so nervous I was almost throwing up. But thank gods for retail therapy, huh? Dad took me to Savers (yes, I know, the shame) to look for some professional-looking attire. Actually found some nice office-y shirts and a lovely little pair of shoes. Very professional, but with just enough insanity to still be me.
When I said that to Ewan, he shook his head in amazement. Apparently, he's not used to me sounding that much like a girl. Well, honestly, what do I sound like then? Still, I was kinda proud at the same time. While the girly thing (obsessing about clothes, cosmetics and miscellaneous accessories - and may I point out that to some "girly" girls, lovers seem to fall into that category) is fun to do every now and then, I'd hate to sound that shallow all the time. But every now and then, a girl needs to squee over completely inconsequential things like the appearance of a pair of shoes.
Not that these shoes are completely inconsequential. I mean, they'll be going towards an interview outfit, after all. *sigh* I dream of the day I can afford to buy shirts from, not only David Jones' higher range, but also that fantastic little... would the word be boutique?.. named Antons, in Melbourne Central. Some of the most gorgeous women's shirts and skirts I've ever seen. Professional, with that slightly eccentric edge. Just what I want to be, I guess.
Yes, I'm excited.
Oh, and I also went to see Shrek 2 today. No spoilers, I promise, but OMG it sooooooo made up for HP PoA! Absolutely pissed myself (almost literally). Fantastic. To be honest, I thought it was even better than the first one. No doubt there are those who'd disagree, but the animation was even better (lighting just that bit more subtle, greater attention to details like hair, etc), and the voice talents were fantastic. Rupert Everett as Prince Charming is to die for. Jennifer Saunders as the Fairy Godmother just had me in stitches. And John Cleese as Fiona's father, and Julie Andrews as Fiona's mother! *dies laughing*
Okay, I'm definitely suffering sleep-deprivation. So I'm going to go now. *waves*
Wish me luck!