Interviews! Interviews galore!

Well, not galore exactly. But still. More than one!

Well two.

But still! Two! Two interviews! For me! Yay!!

I can't remember if I talked about the florist job, but that was the interview I had today. It's a wee florist shop by a hospital, and they need an admin person/PA/florist assistant. They liked me because I have admin experience and also a Creative Side. Because of my writing and acting and all that. Anyway the interview went fine, but there was a lady in the shop that seemed kind of bitchy. Also, they asked if I could work on Christmas.

Full House gif! Goal achieved.

But the woman that interviewed me was nice, and it wasn't too hard to get to on the public transports. The only thing that went wrong was that my shirt ripped. Not in the arm pit or anything. And not a little bit. It ripped in the middle of the back, quite significantly, in two places.

HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN??

It wasn't that bad during the day, I ripped it more when I got home, but it did begin to rip from the bottom while I was waiting for the tram to take me to the florist. I really don't know how it happened. The only thing I can think of is that the iron was too hot. And it somehow...weakened the fabric. I don't know. Stupid shirt.

The other interview I have lined up is as a shipping coordinator in the city. I have an interview on Monday is Abbotsford. I feel pretty good about this one, it's for 2-3 days a week doing shipping and logistics stuff like what I used to do at the FPoE. Oh! I also got a call back from one of the places similar to the FPoE, the one that advertised for a store person. I knew I wouldn't be able to do it when I applied, since it involves lifting fridges and I am Quite Small, but the guy at the store said he wants to keep my resume because he'll have a management position within the next month or so, and I have so much Relevant Experience. So that's good!

I could talk about other things, like the man that ran me into the train station door with his trolley today, or the way my train totally missed my stop, but the Big Bang Theory is on in the background and it's really distracting. I know it's only a rerun, but I don't want to turn it off. So I'll write later.

Screw your career

Nope...I didn't get the real estate job. Boooooo.

It was the same story as the film studio job. I did so well, really impressed them, so well presented, down to the last two, blah blah blah...but I just missed out. Apparently it was a really close call, but the other candidate had some property experience so they were a safer bet. Gah. The agent was really nice about it, said he was so sorry, he really thought I was going to get it. So did I, actually. But you know what was weird? I wasn't upset.

I actually felt relieved.

I know, right? Why would I feel relieved? I've been unemployed for two months, it's coming up to Christmas, and I'm a foreigner who can't get any government assistance. I should be freaking out. But honestly, all I could think was, thank God, I can still have my life. That job sounded intense. Like a proper career. And you know what? I don't want a proper career. If someone came up to me and was like, hey Vicki, do you want this super important, high flying career, I'd be like

I'm not a Career Person. I'm a Let's Do Things And Write About Them kind of person. All I really want is a job with enough hours to pay my bills and buy me food, and then I'll spend the rest of my time writing and doing things. It doesn't matter if I'm never rich. I think being rich is pretty overrated anyway.

My jam is Woolworths home brand

So I've applied for some more part time jobs. One is for a florist. I kind of hope I get that one. Flowers are cool. I also applied for a position with the Former Place of Employment, but I haven't heard anything from them yet. It's not that I particularly want to go back to them, but well, I know what I'm doing there and I know what they pay. And I'm sort of worried about what having no job is doing to my super. The super company I'm with sent me a letter basically saying that even though I'm not working, they're still taking fees out of my account. For my insurance, apparently. Something called Income Protection, which is ironic, because I don't have an income to protect, but they're going to charge me for it. Oh well. I never had any hope of seeing that money again anyway.Who knows what the economy will be like when I'm 85? I'm assuming that's the age we'll be allowed to retire in 2070. If they haven't started killing the elderly off as soon as they can't work.

Anyway, today I'm going to write, and search company websites for jobs they haven't posted on Seek. Probably places similar to the FPoE. Hopefully I can get SOMETHING before the end of the month.

I hate this week

It's been a STRESSFUL week. Terribly stressful. I've been swinging between RAGE AND DESPAIR and Defeated Acceptance.

Mostly this.

Things That Have Been Stressful This Week

1. My hair won't behave.
2. I bought a box from Australia Post to send my sister's present in, then found out they will not send lithium batteries overseas
3. Had to find another shipping company that do send lithium batteries overseas
4. That company, although very nice about it, will charge me $122 to send my sister's birthday present to her
5. That is more than the present is worth
6. I cannot afford to get my sister another present
7. It was so windy on Tuesday that I couldn't wear my chosen skirt to my interview
8. When I went to put on pants I discovered the zip was broken
9. I had no black thread to fix the zip with
10. I used blue and discovered I'm terrible at sewing
11. When I went to leave it was pouring with rain
12. The umbrella was missing
13. I had to put on Tim's hoodie and zip it all the way up, causing me to look like teenage troublemaker instead of 24 year old woman on her way to a job interview
14. On the way into town I became anxious that I had left the iron and hair straightener on
15. On the way back home I was seated between two old people with very bad breath who carried on a conversation over the top of my head
16. I wanted to cry but could not risk smearing my make up
17. When I got home to discover that I had NOT left any appliances on, I also discovered that my hair looked like shit from being under a hood
18. Had no time to fix hair
19. When I got to the station the train doors had some kind of malfunction and wouldn't stay open. A kind man opened them so I could get on but I was slightly squished when they closed on me again.
20. I had Pie Face for lunch and managed to smear hot mince pie all over my face
21. Tried to clean myself up in the Hungry Jacks toilets but had brought no make up to fix smeared face
22. Ran wildly around Southern Cross trying to find somewhere to buy appropriate makeup. Only available powder/foundation cost more than $25 and was therefore FAR TOO EXPENSIVE
23. Discovered new pimples on face that HAD NOT BEEN THERE when I left home
24. Followed PTV directions and took tram to the street where job interview was being held but did not know whether to go left or right after disembarking
25. Went the wrong way
26. Was on the most confusing road in the world with a million intersections
27. Was still power walking down road in hoodie three minutes before interview commenced, with shit hair and a smeared face
28. Although interview seemed to go well, consumed with anxiety at the prospect of having to wait til the end of the week to find out the outcome
29. HORRIBLE REAL ESTATE/BOND SITUATION

SUCH HORROR

I'm not going to bullet point the real estate bond situation, nor am I going to explain it because it's long and convoluted and I'm not even sure of all the correct details. All I will say is BE VERY VERY CAREFUL before you decide to share house in Victoria. You will have no rights as an individual tenant. If something goes balls up you'll be liable even if it's not your fault or problem. And real estate agents/landlords WILL lie to you and try and screw you out of money. Even if they seem nice. Take photos of EVERYTHING and always get everything in writing!!

I think it's sorted out now, but we're never going to get our bond back. I could make a claim, but to be honest it's not worth it over $500. I just don't want to have to pay for rent of a house I'm not in. Or pay for other people's damage.

So yeah, rough week so far. On the plus side, I'm hanging out with my bestie Sam on Sunday night, and depending on what the news is from the job, I'll know what I'm doing with my life for the rest of the year. So that's something to look forward to.

Also I had a wicked sick time with my drama friends at karaoke. We rocked that shit. I was so wired afterwards that I wanted to go clubbing, but I didn't because it's expensive and too hard to get home from.

That's all for now, I'm starving.

Oh look

You found my blog

Well done, you.

GOOD NEWS!!!

HEY NON EXISTENT PEOPLE THAT READ MY BLOG! GUESS WHAT?

I just got a call from the agency and I've been shortlisted for the real estate job!! WOOOOOO!!!

I am THIS excited!

Apparently I was very good at the interview, showed initiative and handled myself well! Yeah! I win!!!

I have a second interview next week on Tuesday, which means I am free to celebrate this weekend. I totally forgot I was starting that HR course this Saturday though, which is a bit shit as it means I can't party on Friday night. Booooo. I'm not even going to DO the course if I get the job. Perhaps I should just not go to the first class? It'll just be orientation anyway. And OHS. I've already done that. Yeah, not going is totally justified.

In other news, Tim finished all his uni work! Yay! I am the proudest of girlfriends. I bought him a bottle of Bombay Sapphire and made him this card.

So card. Much doge.

We drank most of the gin yesterday. There's still a bit left though. If I get this job we'll have to choose another kind of expensive alcohol to drink. I was thinking champagne, but that's a bit cliched. Plus it's not as many drinks to a bottle. Maybe some kind of fancy vodka? Hmm. I don't know.

I feel like I have more to say, but I'll say it later because I must go now. Cheerio.

The weekend that was

Woo! I was just on the phone to the agency about the interview last Friday and they said it sounds like it went really well, and to give them a ring on Thursday if I haven't heard anything. Fingers crossed! I've thought about it a lot now, and I really want this job. At first I was a bit scared because it sounds quite full on, but you know, I think I can handle it. I am good at working.

And wearing all the hats.

So by Friday I should have either good or bad news. I hope it's good, because I'm going out for karaoke with my drama friends on Saturday, and I want to be celebrating, not crying and singing sad ballads while everyone looks on awkwardly.

Speaking of celebrating, it was mine and Tim's anniversary on Saturday. A whole year! A whole year of him putting up with me and my dramatic nonsense. He is a trooper. We went out for dinner on Thursday night, and then after my interview on Friday we had a beer at the Asian Beer Cafe. On Saturday he had to spend most of the day painting so I cooked him a roast and there was some of that premixed Bacardi mojito stuff on special at the supermarket so I got that too, and some pretty glasses to put it in.

I KNOW it's supposed to be lime, not lemon. I didn't have any. Get off my back.

It was very strong. You could see the syrup in it, and I had to keep licking my lemon so I didn't go cross eyed from the sweetness. It smacked Tim in the face (metaphorically, not literally. I wouldn't do that). I don't know if you're meant to drink the whole bottle in half an hour? I will definitely mix it with soda water next time. Dinner was amazing though. I don't mean to toot my own horn but my roasts are Fantastic. Yesterday I baked the leftovers into a quiche and it is the Greatest Quiche In All The World. I had some for breakfast. There's no picture though, because it doesn't really look that impressive.

I talked to Mum and Cayla on Saturday too, and they said congratulations. Cayla's anniversary is around about now too, but she said she doesn't know the exact day. Neither do I, actually, because where do you go from? It's not like when you're fourteen and a boy asks you to 'go out' with him on Monday, so next Monday you've been together a week even though you haven't actually spoken to him or held his hand. I just picked November 2 because that was the day Tim and I had a talk and agreed that we wouldn't date anyone else without letting the other person know first. Even though I wasn't planning on dating anyone else anyway, because all other people had become unattractive to me and paled into insignificance next to him (I did not say that to him then).

Hey, do you know something interesting? When I upload the photos from my iPhone into Dropbox it doesn't save them with the filters I took them with. So that photo above looks totally different on my phone, because I took it with Instant or Transfer or something. Huh. That's really weird. I don't know if I like it.

Tim and I look a lot prettier with filters.

Today I should probably be applying for jobs, but I know that pretty much any I apply for I'll get rejected by, and none will be as good as the one I was interviewed for on Friday, so I'm feel like it would be a Waste of Time. Perhaps I'll work on my book instead, and play my legacy on Sims. I've been thinking of putting the story of my legacy on this blog, but I'm already onto the third generation, and I feel like too much has been missed. Also I haven't been screenshotting or taking videos or anything, so it would be boring. I could start another, I guess, but I'm quite attached to this one. I'll wait until it crashes (which it will, if there's one thing you can count on it's that your Sims game will ALWAYS eventually become unplayable) and then I'll begin another one properly.

I feel like this post has gotten really rambly and it's not even entertaining so I'm a shut up now. As a reward for reading I will give you this:

You can't be mad at me now.

Interview!

It went well! That's all I'm saying for now. Will post later.