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Well... I got so far as to go to school on time, braving shiny heels and painful blisters. I even handed in my resume and got a queue number for the interview but in the span of 1 hour, they only managed to get 3 interviews done. And then, they've got this presentation thing on so they'll not be interviewing for at least an hour. By then, both Jess' (who was there as my moral support) and my stomach were growling from lack of breakfast so I told her that we should just go for lunch and fuck the interview.
The long walk from the interview place (NTU Education Wing... who knew there's such a place? Lol...) to McD had my poor feet all painful and blistering (even after all the tape and band-aids I had on. I'm so close to just wrapping my whole feet in surgical tape =_____=) and I literally can't make it back to the interview place anymore.
So I went to drop off my report's appendix--the one I cleanly forgotten about last week :P and we went to Jess' house. Her mom's got a bad case of piles and seeing as how she'd woken up so early in the morning on her off day to accompany me, I thought I should pop over for a while. That, and the fact that she insisted.
On the way home, another pang of--I dunno, regret?--hit me and I kept thinking I should've just stayed there and go for that damned interview instead. Since I'm already there, I might as well go through with it, right? Well, that was what I'd thought too but I dunno... the combination of hunger and irritation (at making us wait while they do their lil presentation) got to me I guess.
At least they got my resume, right? It'll be like all the other times I sent in my resume. Never getting a call back to arrange for an interview.
...*sigh* Really shoulda just brought bread or something... Really shoulda stayed, shouldn't I? :(
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