So here I am wasting away my incredibly pointless time typing a belated blog post that will undoubtedly bend the very fabric of your pitiful minds… or not.
So this week has been a relatively productive one, I finally got a job interview and it’s tomorrow! This means that my success ratio for applications is on about 1:2,144,532,389, which I think, by modern standards, is very impressive! It’s at Manchester United, so I expect to be judged, but work is work and I really need this job.
I have also been doing a lot of packing, hopefully I will find space for my lava lamp in there but the signs are fairly ominous as it stands. There’s still so much to do and so much to get all within the space of about 3 days. Holy crap. I’m doomed. I move into my flat on the 17th. Yes, I am absolutely terrified.
First impressions are not something that I’m ground-breakingly good at, which is quite unfortunate considering how I really need to make at least an average one as soon as I move in. Hopefully the people in my flat are terrific people, I’m sure they will be. I also need to make a good first impression on my interviewer tomorrow. So all in all, no pressure!
I also need to make some important life decisions soon – what to do on freshers week. I don’t particularly want to spend the entire week listening to shit chart music, only a couple of days for that methinks! I don’t know, part of me wants to go out and socialise massively, the other part wants me to just chill out, get to know the people around me and don’t over do it. Less importantly, I need to decide on my course modules, but that’ll come later, it’s no biggie…
Song for this week will be plucked straight from the glorious glorious 90′s… for those of you who know me, no, it is not Blur. It’s Placebo – Nancy Boy…
SIANARA
Coombes