So yeah, college is a bitch slightly and I had my first job interview since moving down to Aberdeen.

I know that college wasn’t gonna be a big skive like it was last year.  Hell, if I had my random 2 month illness again this year, I would be completely and utterly fucked.  Chances of sorting it all out and passing would be an impossible task.  Last year, I had to do that. I’ll admit it wasn’t easy but fuck I did and passed every part of the course, unlike a few members of the class…

So today, about 3ish, I had a job interview at Jumping Jaks, a nightclub here in Aberdeen.  I have no bar experience or previous jobs but I was a bit confident that I would get it.  My boyfriend, Ricky, used to work there and said that they were badly needing the staff so I thought they wouldn’t be too picky…so as I type this, I’m playing the waiting game and I bloody hate it.  I hate feeling anxious and nervious but it’s out of my hands.  I remember when I tried to get a job in a supermarket before in Shetland.  Jesus, they offered me the job within a day of my interview but when they found out that I had my exams to do first it was the whole “We’ll call you” thing.  Fuck, I mean, if they aren’t interested, can they not just say there and then instead of giving false hope?!

Enough rants for now. I have an essay on psychology pre 1920s to do…oh joy…