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listen  jim guthrie read  the little prince laugh  ryan belleville
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Hot diggety. The interview went SO well. Usually, when I have interviews I have to gloss over some of the answers or fudge interest in things, but I was totally ALL ME. And there was this segment of the interview where he told me to try to promote a certain homestay-language exchange program in whatever country I liked, and I think I actually did well. Usually I stumble through practical exams and tests of this nature, but I knew what I was talking about and, most importantly, he seemed impressed. And it works in my favour that I have a rudimentary knowledge of Spanish and Cantonese because he says they get a lot of foreign students coming into the office. Boo. Yeah. So it will be more of a blow if I don't get this, because I'll finally be rejected for being my freaking self. I WAS MY FREAKING SELF, GODAMNIT! There aren't many times one can say that with abandon, so if for nothing else, if I don't get the job, at least I can say I was ME. No regrets. I went to the hostel's pub night yesterday and a Scottish girl helped me win a black HI t-shirt, which I will proudly wear while painting the apartment and sleeping on my cheap futon. The whole night was a strange affair. I tried to talk to everyone around me, but some people were just so uptight and kept looking at the ceiling instead of trying to communicate with others. I wish people would stop being so high and mighty. Makes me mad. It's taken a few years, but now I finally realize that they're the ones with the problem, not me (well... I have my own sets of problems, of course, but that's a whole 'nother story and a whole 'nother entry). A couple pals from Calgary will be entering my lair here in the next few days. I salivate at the thought.
And I feel fine....... - 2004-02-23 |