Scrapping the Grand Plan

A new year, a new lease on life. Well, that's my motto anyway.

I still haven't heard from DirectLink Recruitment Dan. Or any other firms that I applied to directly.

I guess I'm going to have to bear the "country" life for a little while longer.

It's been a while since I moved out of home now - almost a year and a half - and I'm kinda starting to get used to living alone. I mean, don't get me wrong - I still miss my family, and I intend to move back to the city - but I know that I have to get a job first, and I don't mind if finding that job takes a little longer than originally planned. After all, I've waited this long already - what's another couple of months?

So with this in mind, I've scrapped my "grand plan".

There will be no more planning for me (Umm except maybe for my wedding day. But that's a longggg way away). I'll just take everything as it comes, and hopefully things will fall into place.

Eyes shut, lips pursed and fingers crossed.

#1F. Holidays

On the 1st of December last year, I took a 50 minute flight to the main city for my job interview. The interview wasn't until the next day, but I wanted to be prepared and get a good nights' sleep before the big day.

It took me ages to find the actual office (lucky I left my parents' house an hour before the meeting) but I was all flustered by the time I sat down before the partner and the senior associate to start the interview. It didn't help that I was also paranoid about the sunburn on my face. In case you were wondering, my sister donated an excellent concealer to the "Help-Tia-hide-her-sunburn-before-the-job-interview" cause. The concealer hid most of the sunburn but it didn't help the paranoia one bit.

The interview went great - I was almost certain I bagged the job.

The only downside to the weekend was the fact that I didn't get to spend much time with my family or friends. There wasn't enough time to meet up with everyone or just chill out. I had to fly back home the day after the interview.

Days passed. Before I knew it, Christmas was at my doorstep.

DirectLink Recruitment Dan called me just before Christmas to say hi. Oh, and to wish me a happy holiday. Hmmm. No mention about the job though. Bugger.

I had two weeks' holiday for Christmas, so I went back to the city to visit my family. I had a great time catching up with family and friends. Two weeks was like eternity compared to the rushed weekend when I last went to visit.

I scored great presents too - from my parents I received a stereo system for my car, and from my auntie I got a pair of very expensive sunglasses.

I guess my "subtle" hints worked.

Note to self - next Christmas, I'd need to employ the same "subtle" hinting techniques to score even better presents.

New years eve was pretty quiet for me. I fell asleep at 2.00am after consuming all the Cadbury "Magical Elves" chocolate hidden in my auntie's cupboard. She hid them well, but I'm a legendary sleuth when it comes to finding food.

My holidays ended on the 2nd of January. I had to fly back home on the morning of the 2nd, and work on the same day. It was an extremely inconvenient get-up, but nothing in the world could have made me fly back home on new years' day.

Still no word from DirectLink Recruitment. Maybe I didn't bag that job after all.

Oh well. I guess I'll just have to apply elsewhere.