Thursday, February 22, 2007
No longer Missing In Action
Had disastrous interview yesterday. Not going into it. They said they should know by today whether it's a yes or a no, so I will know whether or not to go to the physical tomorrow. I thought it was this morning, so I woke up at a quarter to five after going to bed at 8.30, and I left extra early in case I got lost on the way to Kellyville. I spent the hour warming up on one of the fields in between smoking and buying energy drinks. So it was ten to 8, and I start getting a bit suspicious as to why there was noone else waiting there. I asked the reception guy, and he informed me that it was tomorrow. I gave my best 'Oh My God How Embarrassing!' performance, then drove home through peak-hour traffic heading towards the city. Yesterday when I called to check if they knew or not, I asked him what the story was behind having the interview before the physical. Well, he said, I was among the applicants selected to have our applications fast-tracked. So this is a good sign. Also, if I were to succeed (which is not likely at the moment) the training course would begin at the end of April so if I got the go ahead, I would not be enrolling in uni this semester. But we don't want to get ahead of ourselves unless we want to see such a pattern forming...
Kuba is working all the time at the moment, so I'm not going to see him this weekend, but it's probably for the best, as I need to snap out of it, girlfriend.
Vanja's birthday yesterday. I got her a chocolate fondue set. I warned her against using milk chocolate instead of dark or cooking, but alas, she went ahead with it anyway, and we ended up with a sticky, solid blob of chocolate I did not care to try on top of my strawberries more than once.
You'd think I'd have more to say after I think more than a week's non-blogging. Well, I've got nothing to do today, (except read my new book, The Spy Who Came in From the Cold) so I will probably sit around reading and blogging and eating and reading and blogging.
Love,
Liz ¶ 13:10
Had disastrous interview yesterday. Not going into it. They said they should know by today whether it's a yes or a no, so I will know whether or not to go to the physical tomorrow. I thought it was this morning, so I woke up at a quarter to five after going to bed at 8.30, and I left extra early in case I got lost on the way to Kellyville. I spent the hour warming up on one of the fields in between smoking and buying energy drinks. So it was ten to 8, and I start getting a bit suspicious as to why there was noone else waiting there. I asked the reception guy, and he informed me that it was tomorrow. I gave my best 'Oh My God How Embarrassing!' performance, then drove home through peak-hour traffic heading towards the city. Yesterday when I called to check if they knew or not, I asked him what the story was behind having the interview before the physical. Well, he said, I was among the applicants selected to have our applications fast-tracked. So this is a good sign. Also, if I were to succeed (which is not likely at the moment) the training course would begin at the end of April so if I got the go ahead, I would not be enrolling in uni this semester. But we don't want to get ahead of ourselves unless we want to see such a pattern forming...
Kuba is working all the time at the moment, so I'm not going to see him this weekend, but it's probably for the best, as I need to snap out of it, girlfriend.
Vanja's birthday yesterday. I got her a chocolate fondue set. I warned her against using milk chocolate instead of dark or cooking, but alas, she went ahead with it anyway, and we ended up with a sticky, solid blob of chocolate I did not care to try on top of my strawberries more than once.
You'd think I'd have more to say after I think more than a week's non-blogging. Well, I've got nothing to do today, (except read my new book, The Spy Who Came in From the Cold) so I will probably sit around reading and blogging and eating and reading and blogging.
Love,
Liz ¶ 13:10
