Dilema!
Well, here I am beck from London and exhausted. This has to be one of the longest days ever.
My day :- Spent the train journey down workin on the new fanfic for my site. Got really into it and it's about half done already.
Arrived in King's Cross at 12:15. Bought a tube ticket and made my way to Southwark. Got a bit lost and wandered around for an hour until I finally found the place I was supposed to be. The building was huge and I felt very small. Realised I had an hour and a half to kill before my interview so decided to go and get some lunch. Ended up in Starbucks.
Bought a sandwich and ate about 3 mouthfuls before realising I was too nervous to eat. The idea of food made me want to puke. Still, managed to get a frapuccino down so there was no risk of me fainting in the interview. Wandered around a bit more until it was finally time for me to go in.
Sat around for a few minutes until the guy who was interviewing me came down. Was slightly disturbed to find he must have only been about 5 years older than me. Still, he was friendly and I felt a little more relaxed. Had to fill in an application form which I hope I didn't mess up too badly. I was so nervous I couldn't remember anything, not even people's addresses who I've known for years.
After the application I had a one on one chat with the guy who came down to meet me. He was really nice and I think I coped ok, aside from the nerves. It was bad, I couldn't even talk about my website which normally people can't shut me up about.
Then he went away and I was interviewed by two other people who were just as nice. One thing that I was kicking myself about was when we got talking about Buffy. I was asked what I thought about the transition of the characters from High School students through to adulthood. For some reason I feel the need to be polite and I said I thought it had been handled well when in fact I should have said "Season 4 sucked, Season 5 was marginally better and Season 6 was awful." Damnit! Why do these things make me so nervous.
Anyway, everyone I spoke to seemed really nice and I would LOVE to work there. Unfortunatley the wage is only £11, 000 a year which is terrible for London. I don't think I could survive on that wage. But of course, I'm never going to find work in the area I want unless I move to London. So here's the dilema. If they offer me the job do I take a risk and move to London where I'll be working in what seems like pretty much the perfect place for me. Or do I stay in York where it's affordable but I hate my job. It's a tough choice. I'm going to have to think about it a lot. I suppose I should wait and see what they offer me first.
On the way home I was sat next to a loud American woman and her two annoying children who wouldn't shut. She even listened in on a phone call to Tom where I was telling him about the interview.
Still, I'm home now and very tired. Shall be crawling off to my bed soon.
My day :- Spent the train journey down workin on the new fanfic for my site. Got really into it and it's about half done already.
Arrived in King's Cross at 12:15. Bought a tube ticket and made my way to Southwark. Got a bit lost and wandered around for an hour until I finally found the place I was supposed to be. The building was huge and I felt very small. Realised I had an hour and a half to kill before my interview so decided to go and get some lunch. Ended up in Starbucks.
Bought a sandwich and ate about 3 mouthfuls before realising I was too nervous to eat. The idea of food made me want to puke. Still, managed to get a frapuccino down so there was no risk of me fainting in the interview. Wandered around a bit more until it was finally time for me to go in.
Sat around for a few minutes until the guy who was interviewing me came down. Was slightly disturbed to find he must have only been about 5 years older than me. Still, he was friendly and I felt a little more relaxed. Had to fill in an application form which I hope I didn't mess up too badly. I was so nervous I couldn't remember anything, not even people's addresses who I've known for years.
After the application I had a one on one chat with the guy who came down to meet me. He was really nice and I think I coped ok, aside from the nerves. It was bad, I couldn't even talk about my website which normally people can't shut me up about.
Then he went away and I was interviewed by two other people who were just as nice. One thing that I was kicking myself about was when we got talking about Buffy. I was asked what I thought about the transition of the characters from High School students through to adulthood. For some reason I feel the need to be polite and I said I thought it had been handled well when in fact I should have said "Season 4 sucked, Season 5 was marginally better and Season 6 was awful." Damnit! Why do these things make me so nervous.
Anyway, everyone I spoke to seemed really nice and I would LOVE to work there. Unfortunatley the wage is only £11, 000 a year which is terrible for London. I don't think I could survive on that wage. But of course, I'm never going to find work in the area I want unless I move to London. So here's the dilema. If they offer me the job do I take a risk and move to London where I'll be working in what seems like pretty much the perfect place for me. Or do I stay in York where it's affordable but I hate my job. It's a tough choice. I'm going to have to think about it a lot. I suppose I should wait and see what they offer me first.
On the way home I was sat next to a loud American woman and her two annoying children who wouldn't shut. She even listened in on a phone call to Tom where I was telling him about the interview.
Still, I'm home now and very tired. Shall be crawling off to my bed soon.
distressed
hungry
sleepy
confused
groggy
frustrated
thoughtful
silly
amused
excited
hot