Sunday afternoon

...or Sunday morning for most of you...

I did two rounds of laundry, got them out and am chanting as we speak for no more rain. My last batch got stormed down five minutes after I put it out. And I do need clothes to wear. At least to work.

I just skyped to Ante a bit and am waiting for some more people to come online. The time difference only allows skyping on weekends, and even then I have to wait until it's 16h or more to catch anyone awake.

And how're you spending your Sunday?

I do *not* look good in sunlight

I'm awake.


Of course. Mum's neighbour friend sits on the door bell with the crack of dawn. I can't blame her 'cause she's always so nice, but do not ring my bell before eight!


So I go back to bed and I can't really sleep, but I'll doze off a bit more since my neck is stiff and I press it and squeeze it to prevent the nerve inflammation I'm so wonderfully prone to, but my hand is tired and it's too painful and I just give up and roll over, trying to find a position which is the least disturbing.


I manage to doze of, only to get awaken by a Skype call. I'm on Away, but that's OK. It's my officer from Perth. I sit up in my bed and can't even come to my senses, so I contact her to call me again.


After a total of two minutes, the electricity goes out and the call is terminated. So third world.


I slip on a pair of trousers and a shirt and run to my friend's house. Being that he lives in Austria and that no one seems to be at home, I subtly stand in his front yard, leeching off his WiFi and trying to explain to my co-worker-to-be two continents away why there's cars and buses passing me by.


Mental note: do not stand in the sunlight with a camera showing how you look close up in the morning.


And the day has only just begun...

Gotta love Skype

I'm chatting to my friends as we speak. More like talking. Finally, more like living...


My best friend Ante, who's moved to Austria, his boyfriend Damir and Anita, who's in between work in the Seychelles and a yet unknown location. They're all in Austria, while I'm at home, sipping beer (more like pouring it down), while they're indeed sipping a one-and-a-half-litre bottle of white wine.


We're planning out next vacation together, looking for flights, taking photos and laughing our asses off. All over again.


Gotta love Skype.


Although it makes me realize all the things I'll be missing...

I'm the one 'holding the horns'...

Preparation, shmeparation

So, it's more and more interesting and exciting. Well, in my head at least.

Taking in account that the last interview went really good, I'm hoping the one with the boss will also go well. I've been preparing, reading up, reading on and gathering as much info as I can for the interview.

I got two letters of recommendation from my university professors, so that should help a bit. I also got a copy of the Journal that published my professional work. Weird to see one’s own name on the Contents page.

I still think it's quite exciting that we live in a world where job interviews, college lectures and group chats are taking place online, via Skype. I might as well be just a bit too nooby, but I still think it's awesome. To bring all those possibilities even closer and make them even more real. Isn't that great?

In any case, I'm eager to welcome the upcoming Monday and talk to the boss.

As I was telling Anna last night, I don't wanna end up disappointed, but on the other hand, I think this might be a good time to finally start thinking on a more positive side. I'm sure many of the people who know me would agree.

So, I can only hope for the best, hope that the boss likes me, as well as my résumé and that I get the job offer. If that happens, I'll start squeaking or wheezing or giggling or something.

But that'd only be a short embarrassing moment at the beginning of a new, lovely story.

A copy of the Journal that published my professional paper