Brush yourself off

'There is no education like adversity. ' - Benjamin Disraeli

So friends, I have some good news to report. Two days ago, I got a call and two emails for more interviews! One was for a company called goodtoknow.co.uk, a women's lifestyle website similar to the one at Yahoo. The other is for a web editor with UNICEF and the last is an editorial assistant with BBC.

I had my interview with goodtoknow today and I think it went alright. Before I began this interview marathon, I used to think I actually sort of enjoyed the whole process. But after the sixth rejection, and the constant chipping away at my self-confidence, I'm beginning to loathe them and I've come to believe I'm doing something catastrophically stupid during these meetings.

'So what to you do in your spare time?'

'Umm well, I enjoy hanging around playgrounds and selling drugs and guns to young children, killing small woodland creatures with my bare hands, writing erotic novellas. And crying. I cry a lot.'

Maybe I have terrible BO or like a piece of spinach perpetually stuck in my teeth. Do I have halitosis? Goddamn if it's halitosis, I'm gonna be SO pissed.

Anyway I think the interview today went alright. It was with a woman from HR and it was short and sweet. It was in this crazy ass building, the kind that requires you to have a security badge just to get in the elevators (of which there were about 50). So IF I get called back, there will be two more interviews. I don't get why this process needs to be SO long. Like I get two, but anything more than that seems excessive - especially for these kinds of jobs. I once had four interviews for a job I was applying to internally at Yahoo. FOUR INTERVIEWS? Like, I wasn't applying to be CEO (I'm highly overqualified anyway) so I don't see the need for such intense professional scrutiny. If I ran a company, it would be one interview and it would be like an hour long (none of this 15 minute nonsense). And there'd be wine. And snacks. And 'business casual' meant you could wear sweatpants.

The point is, you can tell a lot about someone in an hour but not much more in four (non-consecutive) hours. At least, that's my humble opinion.

Tomorrow I have an interview with UNICEF and I swear to god the only reason I got the interview is because I brought up Halloween UNICEF boxes in my application. Apparently it cost them more money to produce the boxes than children were collecting in change. Probably won't mention that thought.

BBC should be sweet but I'm scared shitless and I can tell if any of these interviews are going to be bureaucratic nightmares, it's gonna be this one. Anyway it'd be sweet to work there so fingers crossed and all that stuff.

Otherwise, I'm settling into Angel and loving it more and more every day. Franca and I went to this Afghan restaurant last night with Madeliene which was delicious and a new experience as I've never had Afghan cuisine before. Other than that, I've been kind of lame. I've been at probably 70% of the Starbucks in this city and I won't lie, they're driving me insane.

Here's a cute story to brighten your day:

I get into Starbucks at around 9 am, sit down and wait for the yummy mummy parade to commence. At about 9:30, 400 strollers, screaming babies, hyperactive toddlers and stay-at-home moms barrel in to the bucks and just take over. Crayons are flying, baby barf is spewing, discussions relating to breast milk are rampant. I'm sitting in the middle of this trying to restrain myself from hulk-smashing my chair over the heads of these little demon children. Right before a vein in my forehead nearly explodes, a mom comes over and drops this (delicious-looking) chocolate muffin in front of this spastic 3-year-old named Spencer. He literally licks his lips and rubs his hands together right before his mom yells, "Spencer, I want you to eat that slowly. We are in NO rush. Now take proper bites. Do you understand?' Spencer nods frantically waiting for his mom to get the hell out of the way of that muffin. I thought she was being slightly controlling until I saw what happened next. This kid picks up the muffin and shoves the entire thing right into his face. He makes some nom nom nom sound while smushing the whole thing all over his mouth. He then removes the remaining muffin to reveal residual chocolate gooey crumby-ness caked onto his face. I just burst out laughing.

I felt bad but like, that shit is hilarious. Also, it makes me never want children.

Alright I hope that put a smile on your face. I don't have much else to report so that'll be all for today. Tune in tomorrow for tales of UNICEF boxes and more Starbucks hilarity.

Cheers,

Patsy