The first Monday of July 2016
was an exciting day.
after a month since landing in London Town -
I had my first job interview.
Now if you’re thinking -
you’re such a slacker. lazy much?
just this one interview in the whole of 30 days?
I will have you know that
I have sent out more than 20+ job applications,
customised/personalised cover letters
to companies I had no interest in applying to.
girl’s gotta pay rent.
I have also received many rejection e’mails,
I would more than love to forget about.
I’m not qualified,
I lack experience,
not thoroughly educated enough.
Yet on the first Monday of July 2016,
I finally got my first ever job interview.
I’ve done embarrassing castings,
I’ve been to teaching position job interviews,
all in hong kong,
it was London.
This was a studio assistant job position.
This was 'gwai lo' territory.
I don’t know if any of you watched my ‘leave your comfort zone’ video…
actually I’m not sure if I mentioned this..
I think I did…
well I think those who went to the meet n greet back in HK know this.
I wanted to get an assistant job in London.
I wanted one SO BAD.
It was like… a dream job.
Makes no sense.
24 year old
would voluntarily WANT to be an assistant.
Maybe I've watched 'The Devil Wears Prada'
too many times.
I just always thought I'd make a pretty good assistant.
Especially if it was in an industry I was
hopefully familiar with.
I didn't put much thought into it before heading out the house.
clean should do.
Just my kind of thing.
Out the door.
Flatmate gives me a quick look
'That's what you're wearing?
To an interview?'
I start doubting my fashion choice.
She had a point.
It was an interview.
it was a pretty cool studio.
it was an interview.
I went for it.
This wasn't Hong Kong.
This wasn't an 'office' job.
This wasn't corporate.
Flatmate couldn't be right.
So I left the house.
I got the job.