First of all I want to say that I am drunk, therefore if things don’t make sense (or if there are spelling mistakes) in the following text you will know the reason. Second of all I am talking about Friday and not Saturday. Just clarifying since it’s after midnight and it will be saying that I post this on Saturday. Third of all FUCK IT! I’m drunk, let’s get this over with so that I can go to bed:
What a fantastic day! What an overwhelming rush of good news! So much excitement! OK, OK, one thing at a time:

Last night after going to the 3rd job interview I had been asked to do this week I decided to go out for a little bit of dance and shake. A little test to see if I still got the moves and the stamina I used to, if you may. So I went out with my very good mate, Dave. One of the reasons I wanted to go out was that I could get a chance to see L., someone I really fancy. Things didn’t go as planned and L. didn’t make it. Nevertheless, me and Dave had a fantastic time dancing our bums off (it’s a figure of speech my bums intact and in great shape, thankyouverymuch). While we were dancing me and L. were texting each other and we scheduled to meet the next morning for coffee or lunch.

Next morning came (ie Friday morning) and we did meet up in the afternoon although we didn’t have coffee or lunch. We had drinks. Actually I had drinks. I had 2 glasses of wine while he had orange juice. Everything was going well and we were chatting away like neither of us had any cares in the world when…

Driiiiiiiiiiiiiiin!

My phone starts to ring. Actually my phone doesn’t make a ringing noise, that is too retro for me. Instead a really loud song started playing… I answered it. It was someone from the Placements Office of the University. She congratulated me and told me I got the job I was interviewed for on Wednesday. Yay! I was jumping up and down with joy. I immediately called my parents to tell them the news and my dad said that I apparently got the other job that I was interviewed for on Thursday! So I thought I’d have some time during the weekend to think about which job I preferred.

10 minutes later the people offering me the first job called me to tell me about the good news and congratulate me. I pretended I had no idea and thanked them. I also told them that I couldn’t give them a straight answer until Monday since I had an offer from another company as well and I needed to consider both before making a choice.

They seemed alright with that at first but they called me back a few minutes later asking me why I was thinking about it and expressed their concern about me having second thoughts. After I told them that everything had been happening too fast and I needed to have some time to think before I made any kind of choice, they invited me out for a drinking session at the local pub, so we could chat.

This far I had 2 glasses of wine. That was enough to get me a little tipsy since I had eaten nothing the whole day. Mr. L. had to leave and our wonderful time together was over in a very “see you VERY soon then” kind of way. I went to where Dave works to tell him my news and jump up and down with him but he was nowhere to be found in the shop where he works. At the same time another really good friend, Maria, called me up telling me she was at the seafront at some pub since she had just finished an exam. I headed towards her.

I could not stop smiling! I told her about the job offers and my going out with L. and she offered me another glass of wine in celebration. I didn’t hesitate for a second. I drunk that 3rd glass of wine (still on an empty stomach) and headed to the pub where I was meeting my bosses and the people working at that company. Not to my surprise they got me more wine and we all started chatted and having a good time. I was so drunk at that point that I could not believe how well I was managing to form sentences and hold my body still. The time was 6pm (I had already been drinking since 2pm) and I had still not eaten anything. Apparently they really liked me there. They did almost everything to convince me to accept their job offer. They kept filling up my glass with wine and we ended up staying at the pub until midnight just chatting about random stuff while they were throwing hints about how good it would be if I joined them. For a minute it felt like I was interviewing them.

Midnight came and I had drunk more than 2 bottles of wine on an empty stomach. Surprisingly enough I was still sober enough to hold a conversation with them while they could hardly keep their eyes open from the drunkenness… Nah, that’s a load of bollocks. I was far from sober, but I could still hold a conversation with them. We left the pub, said our goodbyes and I headed to the chip shop to get food before getting a taxi back home.

While in his drunken state, one of the guys said something that solved my dilemma, I think I am accepting their offer. But that’s not certain until Monday when I will e-mail them to inform them of my final decision.

They say good things come in three’s. I hope the third one is L. because that will sort a lot of things for me at the moment.

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Written by Colin Brooks on 29.04.06 at 1:04 am.