It’s been a heady week for me, and the oft-repeated phrase involving doors closing and opening has never rung truer. However, it’s extra weird when it is the same door closing and opening. A few days ago, I went to London in the middle of the Tube strike for a job interview. It was an unpaid internship position (paid expenses, though) for an environmental-friendly business magazine – right up my alley. I thought the interview went well, and surprised myself by thinking: “Thank God for Malaysia SME.”
That’s something I never thought I would think or say, after all the drama I went through. But my love for small teams has led to me gaining knowledge in marketing, sales, partnerships and event collaborations besides getting editorial and design experience.
So I thought I was able to answer the interview questions quite well. Then I spent the day with an ex-college mate traipsing around London, giving in to my Asian culinary longings – nasi lemak, zap fun, shisha and sushi.
All the while I worried what it would be like if I did get the job – would I spend half the week in London and the other half in Cheltenham? Would this make my rented room kind of redundant? How would I juggle finishing my projects, freelance work, and thesis with this job? I mean, I knew I could. Because I have *hem hem* amazing time management skills. But I am a worrier and a perfectionist, and no way having that amount of stuff on my plate will result in constant perfection on all counts.