Job Hoohah.
This is what our yearbook looks like. It looks pretty cool, and amazingly enough the yearbook will be out before graduation itself so we can actually have the whole yearbook signing thing at the Blue Roast. I think the tradition of yearbooks taking years to produce has been going on even before my sister's batch, who graduated in 2006. She also by the way hasn't gotten her yearbook yet. Haha. So, props to the Aegis team!
The above paragraph is so badly written, but I'm too lazy to change it.
One of the questions I get asked a lot is, well "why do you talk to much?" is what I'm asked most often but what I really wanted to say was "why don't you write?" It is of course a complement because it implies that the person asking the question has read something I've written and wants me to write more.
You see, I applied for a job a few days ago, my first one mind you, and it has caused me to think a lot. It's an assistant editorial job at GPS which is the publishing department of the American Embassy and it's a really great job but a part of me, a part which gets bigger and bigger by the day, thinks that they're not really going to hire me. It's a position job and I'm a fresh grad with hardly any experience. This thought then gives me mixed feelings because on the one hand, this job would be an excellent opportunity for me to make some good money and save up for whatever it is i want to be doing down the line be in traveling or buying a polar bear, but at the same time the thought of a having a 9-5 job is something I didn't think I'd be having this soon after graduation, so not getting it could be a blessing in disguise.
If I don't get the job, I could do so much and experiment with what I want. I could take photos (I'M GETTING MY OWN CAMERA WOOHOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO MORE WEEKS!!!!!!!!!!!!) I could cover more events, I could actually tap my connections to various magazines and I could even try to contribute some articles to go with my photos. Hahaha. But it sounds good right? But then I'd be dirt poor and won't even be able to buy my car some gas.
Well whatever you know I don't even know what the realistic possibilities are about me being hired at the Embassy are so this is just me being all freaked out and over thinking everything like the way that I do. For now, I'll stick to sleeping at 5AM and watching TV shows until they are etched into my corneas.