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Mar. 3rd, 2007 12:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nnyNo 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.
