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Mar. 3rd, 2007 12:33 amNo word from Bath. I'm terrified of giving up hope. Thin veneer of mad cheah over heah. It's so strange because jobs, interviews I don't so much care about tend to be all over me and licking my neck because I interview well - I can do casual vaguely intelligent chatty with the best of them - and this one I've heard nothing and I just want to storm back up to Bath and shake them because I would be so good at this. You guys know me, you know I don't say stuff like that. And the longer they spend without giving me an answer, the less chance I have of getting in somewhere else which, y'know, terrifying. I can't do this again, I can't live here for another year.
Since my options are a)anger or b)terror, I'm going to go with option (c), turn off the computer and go write more letter about Cardigan Bay.
Sigh.
Since my options are a)anger or b)terror, I'm going to go with option (c), turn off the computer and go write more letter about Cardigan Bay.
Sigh.
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Date: 2007-03-03 01:13 am (UTC)Also, it's been a while, but they might just not be very organised.
Don't lose hope just yet, is what I am trying to say here, very inadequately I'm sure, but yeah. You would be very good at this.
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Date: 2007-03-03 01:14 am (UTC)It is an evil prospect, but you can apply other places in the meantime, yes? Which... yeah, not so appealing. But keep your eyes open, at the very least. But if they don't hire you they are FOOLS. Can you ask them for an estimate on when they'll know?
Cardigan Bay!!! I love it there. *sigh*
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Date: 2007-03-03 02:31 am (UTC)And yes, second the motion about interogating your references! (Fingers crossed for you. Hard to type this way, but still ....) ;]