Found out some of my module marks today, for the semester 1 modules only. The uni isn't allowed to release marks for both-semester modules...
Mendelssohn: 60 [20 creds]
Social/Cognitive Psych: 41 [10 creds]
Animal Behaviour (Level 2 Psych): 54 [10 creds]
So I'm not too happy with Mendelssohn, but chuffed that I managed to pass all the psychology, as I realised I wasn't exactly cut out for it. Next year I am definitely staying with a music elective, no matter what anyone says. And at least the 60 for Mendelssohn is dead on a 2:1. Not a mark more, not a mark less. If I get a 2:2 degree overall my life is over, in graduate employment prospect terms.
Amusingly, today I went for a job interview at Bradwell's solicitors in the city centre. I was 15 minutes late (good start) and the woman in charge, Julie Bradwell, made me sit an audio typing test. If only she hadn't gobbed on at about a mile a minute, if only I had picked up on stupid things like the proper places to situate commas, and generally do ridiculous amounts of multi-tasking, then perhaps I might have gotten the job. As it stands, I didn't, and boy am I glad. Bradwell's office was a shithole!
It's funny how one door closing often opens another, though. I scoured the Joblink website run by the student union first thing when I got home, and found a couple of interesting vacancies. When I arrived in the student union, however, I had failed to remember that today was the stupid Joblink Fair day. I legged it all the way up to the 3rd floor at 3:15, only to find that the fair had finished at 3, but luck was on my side for once.
There was one lady left there packing some stuff into a box. She was kind enough to take my details down and promised she'd get back to me. And who did she work for? None other than bloody Kelly Services. And who did she recruit for? None other than bloody O2. And which site was she based at? None other than Arlington.
I did wonder, as I drove away, if I would ever hear from her again.
Drifting away as lovers do, heads you win and tails I lose, nothing to say, much less to do, unhappy me, unhappy you
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