I wrote the last post of this blog in the morning, before going to my classes. During the class, I peak over to my mobile phone and notice that I've missed a call. The number is one I don't recognise. I had a voicemail message. It was the studio where I had been interviewed the week before. The woman on the phone had a sunny voice, asking me to call her back. I called back and got the news that they were hiring me!
Say hello to assistant-photographer Oli!
I begin the new adventure next week...
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Turnarounds
I haven't moved out finally. Once the dust had settled, I realised that I can make it through. I don't have to let myself absord someone else's emotions and feelings. They only hold power over me if I allow them to. Realising that made a massive difference.
Before deciding against moving out, I visited a place where they rent rooms. The rent was the same amount of money as what I'm paying here, it's rather well located, etc. So I booked an appointment and went. First thing the woman I was meeting for the visit said was: "JESUS!! You're tall!!" and then laughed a great laugh. I only understood why she had made the tallness comment a while later.
Once arrived at the place, it didn't take me really long to notive that the ceilings were less than 6 foot high. I visited the place nonetheless and decided against renting it.
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During the same period, Emilie and I were also searching for an apartment, as we're moving in together in July. We had done some looking, scouting neighbourhoods, scanning papers, nothing really came of it. Until March the 23rd, when I went to her place after class. We started scanning the papers and found an ad that seemed very interesting. We called, visited the place the same night. We completely fell in love with the place so without further thinking about it, we filled-in the application documents. They were to call us within five days to notify us whether we were approved for renting the place or not. I got a call the day before my birthday, telling me that we were approved.
This apartment is really gorgeous. High ceiling, white textured walls, woodworks all throughout. The room I called shotgun on is quite big, has a gorgeous three-piece window and has a fireplace (which doesn't work nowadays, but still, FIREPLACE!!)
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I've met someone. Or rather, someone met me. A bit more than a week ago. It was a customer from my store. Someone I had helped around the store last fall and that had made quite an impression on me. Turns out I had made quite an impression on him as well. He came back to the store on a saturday. I helped him around the store again, we talked for over 20 minutes about various things. As he and his friends were just lingering in the store, I decided to give them each a little something. They were still in the store minutes after I had given the thing so I decided to just go straight up to him and introduce myself. Which I did. After that, he and his friend went to pay and they proceeded to thank the store, but not before he thanked me for the chat and left the store. I had hoped that he would ask me out for coffee or give me his phone number, but it didn't happen.
A bit later during the day, I was doing something in the store window and the guy walks back in the store. Alone, this time. He came back to ask me out for coffee later that evening.
Coffee became a beer, then dinner, then a walk and then coffee. An amazing, wonderful evening. And we've seen quite a bit of the other since that saturday. It's going well, very very well.
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Last week, I got a call from a photo studio where I had applied for a photographer's assistant job. They pre-interviewed me by phone and scheduled me for a real, live interview at the studio the next day. They asked me to put together a portfolio. That gave me less than 24 hours to prepare something. I managed to whip up something fairly satisfying.
The interview didn't go super well. They seemed really cold. At first, I was only being interviewd by one woman, but then, just as I started feeling a bit more comfortable, another woman came in. The kind of woman who could be either incredibly nice or unbearably mean, but that you can't tell right off the bat which she happens to be. Their questionning was very strict and intricate. They even asked me, out of the blue, to pretend one of the woman was a 1 year old toddler crying and try to have the toddler stop crying.
I very much doubt I impressed them. Anyways, they said that were I to be selected, I'd hear from them sometime before this friday and they made it really clear that if I were not selected, I WOULDN'T hear from them.
I'm not feeling bummed either way. If I get it, then it'll be a new adventure. If I don't, then it just plain means that there's something a whole lot better just waiting out there. So I'm confident.
My life is looking good right about now, I must say.
Before deciding against moving out, I visited a place where they rent rooms. The rent was the same amount of money as what I'm paying here, it's rather well located, etc. So I booked an appointment and went. First thing the woman I was meeting for the visit said was: "JESUS!! You're tall!!" and then laughed a great laugh. I only understood why she had made the tallness comment a while later.
Once arrived at the place, it didn't take me really long to notive that the ceilings were less than 6 foot high. I visited the place nonetheless and decided against renting it.
-----
During the same period, Emilie and I were also searching for an apartment, as we're moving in together in July. We had done some looking, scouting neighbourhoods, scanning papers, nothing really came of it. Until March the 23rd, when I went to her place after class. We started scanning the papers and found an ad that seemed very interesting. We called, visited the place the same night. We completely fell in love with the place so without further thinking about it, we filled-in the application documents. They were to call us within five days to notify us whether we were approved for renting the place or not. I got a call the day before my birthday, telling me that we were approved.
This apartment is really gorgeous. High ceiling, white textured walls, woodworks all throughout. The room I called shotgun on is quite big, has a gorgeous three-piece window and has a fireplace (which doesn't work nowadays, but still, FIREPLACE!!)
-----
I've met someone. Or rather, someone met me. A bit more than a week ago. It was a customer from my store. Someone I had helped around the store last fall and that had made quite an impression on me. Turns out I had made quite an impression on him as well. He came back to the store on a saturday. I helped him around the store again, we talked for over 20 minutes about various things. As he and his friends were just lingering in the store, I decided to give them each a little something. They were still in the store minutes after I had given the thing so I decided to just go straight up to him and introduce myself. Which I did. After that, he and his friend went to pay and they proceeded to thank the store, but not before he thanked me for the chat and left the store. I had hoped that he would ask me out for coffee or give me his phone number, but it didn't happen.
A bit later during the day, I was doing something in the store window and the guy walks back in the store. Alone, this time. He came back to ask me out for coffee later that evening.
Coffee became a beer, then dinner, then a walk and then coffee. An amazing, wonderful evening. And we've seen quite a bit of the other since that saturday. It's going well, very very well.
-----
Last week, I got a call from a photo studio where I had applied for a photographer's assistant job. They pre-interviewed me by phone and scheduled me for a real, live interview at the studio the next day. They asked me to put together a portfolio. That gave me less than 24 hours to prepare something. I managed to whip up something fairly satisfying.
The interview didn't go super well. They seemed really cold. At first, I was only being interviewd by one woman, but then, just as I started feeling a bit more comfortable, another woman came in. The kind of woman who could be either incredibly nice or unbearably mean, but that you can't tell right off the bat which she happens to be. Their questionning was very strict and intricate. They even asked me, out of the blue, to pretend one of the woman was a 1 year old toddler crying and try to have the toddler stop crying.
I very much doubt I impressed them. Anyways, they said that were I to be selected, I'd hear from them sometime before this friday and they made it really clear that if I were not selected, I WOULDN'T hear from them.
I'm not feeling bummed either way. If I get it, then it'll be a new adventure. If I don't, then it just plain means that there's something a whole lot better just waiting out there. So I'm confident.
My life is looking good right about now, I must say.
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