Things are harder than they seem
I had a randomly busy weekend. I had a job interview on Thursday (which I felt went well) then a call from another job for short listing, before spending the weekend at my aunt’s place. It was cool, we seemed to connect well. I had so much fun with my cousins, just mucking around. We went to Christmas in the Park which was cool, if rather wet (although at least I didn't get sunburnt). Oh! My cousins jumped the barrier around the camera boom and joined the host of the TV edition. National TV! Hee. The little one would break out into a silly grin and wave whenever she worked out that the camera was back on. Oh! And the 9 year old randomly fell down in the middle of a segment for no reason - just plop and she was gone, then another boy helped her up. How funny. It was a pity that it rained though, our tarp really wasn’t big enough. I will have to put some pictures up when I use a better computer.
I didn’t get the job that I interviewed for on Thursday which is disappointing but maybe it was meant to be? After the call from the second DHB on Friday, I was undecided about which job I really wanted. By Sunday I had decided that I would take the job if it was offered to me, and turn down the interview for the second one. I had left my mobile in my room this morning and when I went to check it for txts, I discovered that I had two missed calls, one from each of the DHBs. One to say that I didn’t get the job but I interviewed well (like what is that supposed to mean?) and the other offering me an interview on Thursday. I want this job like woah, but I can’t let myself get invested in it. When has that ever helped?
I’m really excited about Christmas this year, even if it turns out to be a disaster. It’s Christmas at the right time of the year and with food and people that I love. What could be better? Plus, I’m in charge of making cocktails for the kids (I’m thinking Strawberry Juice for the lactose intolerant one, and Pina Colada’s for the others) and have already promised the 15 year old and the 12 year old that I will put some alcohol in for them, so I’m bound to be the favourite niece later that day. Hee. But it’s really good to be with people and an environment that I am happy in (although I’ve been tricked into going to Midnight Mass). Last Christmas was not so great and although it was fine spending it with the people I did, I haven’t heard from them for months, so I guess that is over with. Pity, though. I am not going to dwell on it and will instead make the next year better.
Do you think that Santa will bring me a US Marine for Christmas?
I didn’t get the job that I interviewed for on Thursday which is disappointing but maybe it was meant to be? After the call from the second DHB on Friday, I was undecided about which job I really wanted. By Sunday I had decided that I would take the job if it was offered to me, and turn down the interview for the second one. I had left my mobile in my room this morning and when I went to check it for txts, I discovered that I had two missed calls, one from each of the DHBs. One to say that I didn’t get the job but I interviewed well (like what is that supposed to mean?) and the other offering me an interview on Thursday. I want this job like woah, but I can’t let myself get invested in it. When has that ever helped?
I’m really excited about Christmas this year, even if it turns out to be a disaster. It’s Christmas at the right time of the year and with food and people that I love. What could be better? Plus, I’m in charge of making cocktails for the kids (I’m thinking Strawberry Juice for the lactose intolerant one, and Pina Colada’s for the others) and have already promised the 15 year old and the 12 year old that I will put some alcohol in for them, so I’m bound to be the favourite niece later that day. Hee. But it’s really good to be with people and an environment that I am happy in (although I’ve been tricked into going to Midnight Mass). Last Christmas was not so great and although it was fine spending it with the people I did, I haven’t heard from them for months, so I guess that is over with. Pity, though. I am not going to dwell on it and will instead make the next year better.
Do you think that Santa will bring me a US Marine for Christmas?