after three years of countless nights spent in the canteen churning out term paper after term paper, the millions of cups of canteen coffee drank during exam period and the horrible mornings spent cursing and swearing as i drag myself out of bed and into lecture theatres- what do i have to show for it?

a slip of paper. — from angel’s blog

the convocation was quite the non-event, really, but it was nice anyway. apparently we’re the centennial class, which is a long and fancy word for “people who graduated in the 100th year of the school’s existence”. not bad, only that that means absolutely nothing to us or anyone, except probably the Dean. or maybe not even the Dean. i don’t know. but they did use the excuse to print a rather large banner and release balloons and everything, so HEY! another reason for fanfare can’t be half bad.

went for my first interview today, and… i think i got the job. i was sitting here actively resisting the urge to blog about this, because i’ve become mysteriously and unnecessarily superstitious over the past couple of years, and i didn’t want to jinx it by blogging about it and having a rejection come monday (or tuesday). but then i realised that i had to take the power out of the jinx by putting it out there, since i had thought about it.

i also fear that my future employers will read this and think i’m a complete nutjob and decide against me. now that i found out that they read my blog before the interview.

it’s a funny thing, because i initially thought that wiped out my chances of getting the position, since they’ll know that what occupies my consciousness are nerdy things like PSPs and xboxes and cameras. ‘cos i want to come off cooool… y’know? (oh, and more intellectual too. that too, that too.)

but they liked my entries, they said, and the two interviewers were so personable and easy to talk to (as opposed to the monolithic gorgons i had previously envisioned in the lift before going in) that i really did — and do — believe that they liked me.

so i might have the job! because they said they wanted to make an offer already. now i’ll have to wait the entire weekend before i get the phone call. hmm.

i don’t want to jinx it by saying who the employer is yet, but i can say that they’re a publishing firm, and they publish a magazine i want to work for, and it’s pretty serious, and not fluffy stuff. so i’m excited. and keeping all of my fingers crossed.

all of them, you know. m-hm.