I got a job meotjin.

Okay so the title sucks. Get over it. (It is, by the way, a reference to SNSD's song "I Got A Boy")

I went to a job interview yesterday. That wasn't really my goal, though. My boyfriend asked me to go with him to get something from his dad, aaaall the way to Binondo (I live in San Juan!!). So I had an idea to just pass my resume to Northpoint (which is owned by boyfriend's sister, and operated by boyfriend's brother and sister-in-law...... okay) and maybe get an interview.

I don't know why I keep expecting these harsh and unfriendly environments whenever I enter something new, like college, or a forum, or whatever. I always get "disappointed" because things turn out to be a lot more casual than I'd expect them to be. That's good, I guess, because then my nervousness just goes away and I start... babbling. Lol.

After almost 2 hours of talking, the executive editor asked me when I can start, and in my head I was screaming "omigod i got the job? on that interview? am i just that good? lol."

So yeah, I have a job as the editorial assistant of Gala magazine under Northpoint and I'm a happy platypus BYE SORRY ABOUT IT.