Tired of titles
I need to stop applying for every job that falls under my eyes. Now that I decided to up the bar a little from OMG, I’d rather die to OMG, I might survive the threat level is orange. I also decided that applying for anything I think I could do does not equal being able to do it. All this to say that I have an interview on Friday and I am thrilled at the possibility (corp offices in London, baby!) and appalled at my inadequacy. Not that I care, I’d rather they found out later than admit there’s something I can’t do. Tomorrow I have a different interview, it has already been postponed twice, so they’re already my kind of people: procrastinators. I am just hoping it won’t rain, or I will have to ruin their rugs and carpeted chairs with my drippy self.
In my creative news: I made another amigurumi. This time it turned into a pig, although I started with the idea of making an octopus. Then my fetish veered me into pigs. I cannot escape them! I joined a secret pal thingiemajig and I cannot wait to be paired with someone and go shopping. I just hope the Italian PS doesn’t cheat someone out of their surprise. Now that wouldn’t surprise me. Oh, Carla, stop. You kill!
I still haven’t called back the language school that called me and denied having even received my resume when I called back.
It’s my birthday in 8 (actually 7) days and I am looking forward to my driving license and the ability to swoosh around Rome with Ben behind me, holding on for dear life. I cannot wait to finally start enjoying this city like it deserves: not from a bus (however I admit I will miss the thrill of having a bus pass).