Day 140 - 05/02/2010
I'm feeling extremely down today. Potentially regretting the breakup but I have to keep reminding myself that I wasn't happy. I can't wait to go home.
Day 141 - 06/02/2010
Home today.
I grabbed the 10:15 train from Southampton back to Farnborough, arrived in at 11:15, chatted to the parents for a while, Mum made me lunch.
I talked about me and the ex, how it was getting me down, and that I needed to get away for a few days. My friend Ben, who goes to a uni in Cardiff invited me down for a few days, but I couldn't afford the train fare. My parents very kindly offered to pay for it.
I then went to a job interview at Legoland for a summer vacancy in the company 'Picsolve' who do the ride photographs.
I turned up 40 minutes early, and went into the interview. I was wearing grey plimsolls, smart skinny jeans, a black polo shirt and a cardigan - I thought reasonably smartly dressed for a casual group interview at Legoland. And I was over-dressed in comparison to other people there.
We had to bring along an item that best summed us up - I brought along a bouncy and squidgy smiley face stress ball. Friendly, approachable, entertaining, well-rounded, what you see is what you get, there is no other side to me. Pretty good I thought.
Some other items: A nintendo ds because "he liked games"; An ipod because "she likes music"; A book because "he likes reading". The only other good one was a lightbulb - he's bright, and if you need him, he'll be there in a flash.
I wasn't sure whether these kids were serious.
Then we had to do an icebreaking activity. Split the 7 of us into 2 groups. We have a list of 15 items. We're on a burning ship, and we have to choose 10 items off that list, prioritise them, and explain why we've chosen them.
I was the voice of reason, the organiser, the explainer, everything. These kids were acting like they were in school, not a job interview.
Finally, the individual questions. I answered them brilliantly, effectively selling myself amazingly. I wasn't nervous in the slightest.
When waiting for the interviews and in the waiting room with everyone else, we were chatting. Most of the kids were 16/17, never had a job interview (let alone a job) in their life.
In my interview, the woman told me what the pay would be, that I would be paid weekly, discussed hours and holiday and told me that I'd be told in 1-2 weeks if I was successful in my application and thanked me for attending.
I would be honestly surprised and shocked if they didn't hire me.
I went to my friend's house directly from the interview, chatted about our recent break ups and how she's about to model for Marc Antoni again. I then went to Pizza Express with the family for dinner to celebrate my little brother's new job working for a Water Treatment company after quitting his terrible and abusive job as a labourer, and then when we got home 4 lovely girls came over, 3 of which are old friends, and chatted into the night in the kitchen.
Day 142 - 07/02/2010
Woops, I accidentally deleted the raw files for the most recent shoot I did. How irritating. Never mind.
So, this weekend has been good. Really bloody good.
Nailed a job interview, saw some mates I don't see often, and relaxed and reflected on my life.
I was sat in the chair watching south park, and my Dad came in and handed me £50. Reason? Because he knew I was short on money, but I never once asked for any, and he knew I was cutting back to save money. Plus I was feeling down and he wanted to cheer me up.
My mum then took me into town and bought me some running shoes, before buying me lunch and taking me to the station.
I f***ing love my parents.
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Wail you crack me up!
