When I was at work on Saturday a customer I served offered me a job- or at least the opportunity to come in and interview for a job. I indeed emailed him and he emailed me back and hence I go for an interview!
I'm not exactly sure what the job is and therefore do not know what I'd be doing... or how much I'd be making. I'm sure whatever it is, it would be a more delightful challenge than what I'm doing now.
We'll see.
And while I'm nervous for the interview, I'm currently more frustrated and angry at myself for wasting my day, than I am to interview.
I woke up and got ready to go shopping to purchase a professional outfit for my interview, only to discover that while leaving in a huff to go to the BF's house to sleep the night before, I'd forgotten the set of keys he'd given me to his place.
I could've left- I spoke to him and he said it was fine of I left his place unlocked. I didn't want to do that Just In Case. Aaand I was super tired and hungry and figured that I would have all evening to find an outfit- how long could it take?!
My sister and handsome nephew came up and we went to an audition at 5:30- we'll see how that goes as I can't seem to book anything- hopefully I don't jinx the poor kid. Then we went to the eatons centre. Everything takes longer when a stroller is involved. Just something I noticed. And that there are a lot of lazy people taking the elevator when they could walk or use the escalator. We have a stroller people... what's you're excuse for being lazy?!?!?!
the BF met us shopping. Big mistake. My sister is sweet and understands my desire to look trendy and still be comfortable, the BF is an ex Bay street guy and I believe wants a shot at being on the Fashion Police aaaand it seems when it comes to me spending money on my own clothes, is also cheap.
The first outfit I tried on I wanted but was convinced it was too expensive. And on and on went the trying on and opposing feedback.
I eventually just got the first outfit- I didn't end up finding, however, an appropriate shoe. Oh well.
And then rather than coming home and prepping for the interview, sleeping at the BF's house which is much closer to the interview than where I live, I went to a movie as I'd promised the BF I would.
I also didn't work out for toughmudder (.com) yet again. I had poutine instead. FML.
Then I arrived home at about 12:30am with no printer, and no resumes printed off, no method of transport as that is also at the BF's and no prep done.
And then the BF curled up in my bed after getting himself a glass of water and asked me what he could do to help.
I wanted to shin kick up and scream and yell and cry.
Instead I suggest he head home as I have a lot of figuring to do for the night and I didn't want to blame him because I'm an idiot and didn't do anything I was supposed to do.
Now the internet keeps working... intermittently. Very annoying. and I'm going to plug away and hopefully get enough sleep to not randomly cry during my interview.
KICK ROCKS! I am so mad at myself.
I'm not exactly sure what the job is and therefore do not know what I'd be doing... or how much I'd be making. I'm sure whatever it is, it would be a more delightful challenge than what I'm doing now.
We'll see.
And while I'm nervous for the interview, I'm currently more frustrated and angry at myself for wasting my day, than I am to interview.
I woke up and got ready to go shopping to purchase a professional outfit for my interview, only to discover that while leaving in a huff to go to the BF's house to sleep the night before, I'd forgotten the set of keys he'd given me to his place.
I could've left- I spoke to him and he said it was fine of I left his place unlocked. I didn't want to do that Just In Case. Aaand I was super tired and hungry and figured that I would have all evening to find an outfit- how long could it take?!
My sister and handsome nephew came up and we went to an audition at 5:30- we'll see how that goes as I can't seem to book anything- hopefully I don't jinx the poor kid. Then we went to the eatons centre. Everything takes longer when a stroller is involved. Just something I noticed. And that there are a lot of lazy people taking the elevator when they could walk or use the escalator. We have a stroller people... what's you're excuse for being lazy?!?!?!
the BF met us shopping. Big mistake. My sister is sweet and understands my desire to look trendy and still be comfortable, the BF is an ex Bay street guy and I believe wants a shot at being on the Fashion Police aaaand it seems when it comes to me spending money on my own clothes, is also cheap.
The first outfit I tried on I wanted but was convinced it was too expensive. And on and on went the trying on and opposing feedback.
I eventually just got the first outfit- I didn't end up finding, however, an appropriate shoe. Oh well.
And then rather than coming home and prepping for the interview, sleeping at the BF's house which is much closer to the interview than where I live, I went to a movie as I'd promised the BF I would.
I also didn't work out for toughmudder (.com) yet again. I had poutine instead. FML.
Then I arrived home at about 12:30am with no printer, and no resumes printed off, no method of transport as that is also at the BF's and no prep done.
And then the BF curled up in my bed after getting himself a glass of water and asked me what he could do to help.
I wanted to shin kick up and scream and yell and cry.
Instead I suggest he head home as I have a lot of figuring to do for the night and I didn't want to blame him because I'm an idiot and didn't do anything I was supposed to do.
Now the internet keeps working... intermittently. Very annoying. and I'm going to plug away and hopefully get enough sleep to not randomly cry during my interview.
KICK ROCKS! I am so mad at myself.
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