I have so much news. So, so much news. I was going to break all of this up into separate posts, but the lazy in me scored the upper hand, so you’ll just have to deal with me talking crap for a little while. Or not read the whole blog post. Whatever.
First things first – I got a job. And no-one was more surprised than me. The job interview was one of those that you walk out of, as gracefully as you can, but on the inside you’re berating yourself, and your hand is itching to connect with your forehead. I didn’t think that I’d answered questions as well as I could, and I’d generally made a bit of a tool of myself. Afterwards, I considered doing a blog post about things to avoid in job interviews (What? You mean it’s been done before?!?), but I was too ashamed. Now, seeing as I actually somehow got the job, I have a few little tips.
I have long legs (yes, this is related… just keep reading). Don’t get me wrong. I like my legs – they’ve come in really handy for walking and stuff. However, they can become a troublesome thing on public transport, and when I sit at tables at cafes and restaurants and job interviews. There’s just not enough room under the table for me to sit comfortably. I spent the interview twitching and shifting, and trying to get comfortable – it didn’t work, but may have given the interview panel that I’d taken some illicit drugs.
Hand shaking. I am a hand shaker when the mood crosses me, and I know all of that stuff about how to shake hands, using the correct pressure, etc. The bit that I DIDN’T think through was the position of people in the room. I shook the hands of the first 2 members of the panel, and then realised that in order to shake the hand of the third, I would have to walk behind everybody and approach her from the back, which made things awkward for both of us. Upon the realization of my faux pas, I started walking in this hunkered down, crab crawl-type gait. I was thinking that it was probably one of the more unimpressive things that I’d ever done, but maybe they dug it. Who knows? The moral of this story is to think of placement. Location, location, location.
Secondly, the March Made With Love Market Bazaar is happening THIS WEEKEND! I’ve done so very little for it, but I know other people have actually been constructive. We ran a competition on our facebook page for this market, so that one of our followers could come up with the dress-up theme for it. We had some great entries, and the winner is “MARCH Hare, and The Mad Hatter”. We’re all a bit excited about the possibilities of this one. The winner will receive a vintage suitcase full of Made With Love goodies worth over $200. We’ll be running another competition in July, so if you’re interested in scoring some rad stuff, keep an eye on our facebook page.
I started making my hat for the market the other night at Stitch ‘N’ Bitch, and it seems to be going pretty well… Somehow I just guessed measurements and everything, and it seemed to come together. It made me realise that one of the most painful assignments from my TAFE days (making 3D letter using cardboard and glue and lots and lots of tabs) actually put me in good stead for making a top hat. Go figure.
I’ve been getting my papercraft on lately, and have done a scrapbooking layout for Allana, demonstrating how radtacular her fabric tape is. She’s made it from lovely vintage fabrics, and it’s self-adhesive so it’s really easy to use!
I’ve also made some cards for the markets.
And as of this week, I’m a fully fledged Tasmanian driver. I already had my Tassie driver’s license, and now I have the license plates to prove it. It was actually a bit of a sentimental moment when I took my ever so slightly crumpled New South Wales plate to swap over. But it’s the start of a new driving chapter. My car no longer gets egged on a regular basis, I’m not getting tailgated nearly as much, and she’s actually clean at the moment. Love it.
Quick update on online dating: Dear random toolbag, I am not here to stroke your ego. Please stop fishing for compliments, as I will shut you down in a heartbeat. Kind regards, Sarahla.