diamondlife

*flail* OK, so now the Fear is kicking in. I have a job interview tomorrow at 10am, and it's probably going to be very awkward and scary and bad, even though it's just for a freakin' call centre! >.<' (I do, however, seem to have a job lined up for three days next week - which is handy, as I'm away Monday and Friday, and they only want someone Tuesday Wednesday Thursday. It's covering a reception desk, but that's OK for three days!)

But then, after this interview (which will probably last about an hour) I have to drive back to Sheff, pick up my stuff (which will weigh an imperial tonne, and will be crammed into at least two bags), get to the station somehow (possibly by crawling - otherwise, the tram), then off to Llandudno.

Then, as soon as I get there, I'll be reduced to a quivering wreck as I'm probably going to be the last there, and will have to walk into a building full of people I've never met before. I hate the etiquette of going into places! I really, really do! Unless they have a desk clearly labelled "Reception", I'm always completely lost and terrified! *runs round in circles* I'm *so* excited about the weekend, but that's going to prey on my mind until I get there! {/loser] I'm also desperately trying to stop myself feeling so excited, because that, to my mind, just screams "JINX!!!" Yes, I have some issues. ^^;;)

Aaaanyway. I better get some sleep tonight, cos I've got to set off before 9... x_o