Over my head

The easiest part of getting a job is nailing the interview. I don’t want to be cocky (okay I do) but I don’t think my interview could’ve gone better! Maybe it was all the coffee I had before I talked to the interviewer. Or, it could possibly be because I was so upbeat about working there. Which happens when I get nervous. I suppose, sometimes, getting nervous can work to my advantage.

Okay, so maybe I’m not working in the fashion industry like I planned (just as of yet), but first thing’s first - get a job and earn enough money to send myself to F.I.T before worrying about getting into the fashion industry. The saving money part is going to be terrible because, knowing me, I’m going to spend as much as I can possibly afford on tailored trousers, cute dresses, and frivolously expensive white shirts.

Moving on swiftly, I find it rather strange that I already have a stable job lined up, and I’m barely even twenty. Hardly. I’m only turning nineteen in a month. Even so, I feel older than most of my peers (and I’m not trying to belittle any of you because I’m aware you guys deal with grown up problems with the utmost maturity which sometimes even surprises me). And its really going to piss me off when everybody returns from abroad and I’m stuck at the office with my phone turned off just so nobody tempts me into skipping out on a work day.

I’m learning to be comfortable in my own skin, and to be a happier, more put together person. I'm honestly not all that peppy. And I'm honestly not that nice of a person either. But I'm trying to be better. And that's all that counts right now.