The same questions never cease to stump me. Why here? Why you? Why are you so interesting that we'd drop our pants in public to have you work for us?
I wish they'd really ask me that last question.
I'm not special, that's my problem. They have no reason to want to hire me, and I have no real desire to work for them, it's simply a matter of me being sufficient to fulfill their needs at the lowest possible cost to them, and the highest possible rate for me.
It feels like such an asinine position to be in.
On the positive side of everything, I've made a new friend and I'm seeing an old friend today.
On the negative, the new friend is an old friend of the boyfriend of an ex-friend (odd title, eh), I am completely unable to take on tafe at the same time as university this semester, and I'm back to applying for jobs at Macca's. Go team.
I suppose it's not all bad. I'm kind of resigned to the idea of having to stay at home longer than I'd hoped; not taking on tafe means I won't have to worry about conflicting placement schedules and I can keep my focus on my nursing studies; I'm still in the middle of applying to volunteer for the Red Cross ... and I don't have cancer. That's a definite plus.
I had forgotten how poorly I deal with holidays. It took me like 3 or 4 days to get over the post-exam stupor, but now that I have ... well, one day free to myself and the unit is clean and my bedroom is back to its a-type organisation. I actually recommenced writing up my notes last night because I had nothing better to do (granted, my brother was hogging the internet and tv at the same time). Yeah, post-exam study.
Boo-yah.
I can finish my allocations next week, so hopefully they'll start releasing information and whatnot soonly so I can start organising my stuff for next semester.
God. How I'm going to survive post-university is beyond me.
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