The Work Thing
Tempiong at the moment. Boring shit. I can't wait to get a job that's worthy of me. I have spent so much time doing naff shit. I am still grateful I have work, though.
Tomorrow is The Big Interview at Your Cat Magazine. This is The One. I am going all out, pulling out all the stops, wearing make up, doing my hair, even giving myself a manicure. I want this job SO BAD I can taste it. And it tastes good.
I wasn't nervous about the other interviews. I am nervous about this one. Man, this is my dream job. Part of me is afraid I won't get it. Part of me is afraid that I WILL get it and then proceed to make an arse out of myself.
I am chanting constantly for this job. I read recently that we should go for things 100% and if we don't get it, we should view it as protection from a grave error. Well, I hope the shoten zenjin are working in my best interests here. I would so love this job. It has Tanya O written all over it. In caps. Bold. And in rainbow colours.
Wish me luck.