
i've been tasting that bit of adulthood where you've got to start sending out resumes and receiving rejection emails or hopefully, a call. i got a call the other day to attend an interview for a little financial planning firm today. nothing to brag about but well, still a job :) the boss seemed pleased with me but i really don't know how it'll turn out since he kept mentioning he has one more person to meet this week. gonna believe God for the right doors.
if i do get it. .i'm gonna be facing stuff bout investing and rates and indexes and goodness knows what. *sigh. so not motivating. after my interview i went for lunch with willeh & kk. and while kk had to go to the chemist after that, willeh & i dropped by the newsagent. after i gladly paid for my CLEO mag, i saw willeh lining up to get something as well. so i asked him what he was getting. i looked at the thing he was holding.
omg. made my purchase look so bimbotic. since i'm in the finance field and almost heading for the working world.. i ought to be buying that instead of what i bought, i reckon.
if i do get it. .i'm gonna be facing stuff bout investing and rates and indexes and goodness knows what. *sigh. so not motivating. after my interview i went for lunch with willeh & kk. and while kk had to go to the chemist after that, willeh & i dropped by the newsagent. after i gladly paid for my CLEO mag, i saw willeh lining up to get something as well. so i asked him what he was getting. i looked at the thing he was holding.
'The Economist'
omg. made my purchase look so bimbotic. since i'm in the finance field and almost heading for the working world.. i ought to be buying that instead of what i bought, i reckon.
oh dear.
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