Summer left before summer came.

The interview process at DW Group is awfully tedious. I took three-and-a-half hours today. But on my parents' advice, I've decided to go with my woman's intuition and decline the job. Something smells fishy. No company seeking to expand spends that much time on hiring a temp staffer. I wouldn't be surprised to find out it's a scam, as seeing that my friends did warn me about magnetic mattresses this morning- a sign, maybe? Or foot-in-the door technique. They harrow you and exhaust you and brainwash you until you'll sign any "contract" they give you. Anyhow, I don't care. I'm not wasting another two hours of my time tomorrow.

I'll do better. But I need a job. I'm getting anxious. It's been a fortnight and I'm still unemployed. I need some spending money, fast. I also want work because I can drown myself in it and forget how lonely I am; I suppose paper-pushing is preferable to certain other vices.

At least I met someone today. His name is Ryan. He used to be a diver in the Navy, but I'd never have guessed he was from NUS Computing although his checkered blue shirt was a dead giveaway.

So, not entirely wasted.

I gave him my number real fast and he suggested that maybe we go out someday. I can't believe I was stupidly checking my handphone for his message every like, five minutes. How schoolgirl. But I know I shouldn't get my hopes up. Expectations are precarious because so much hangs in the balance.

It's been a long time since I had a good conversation with someone, anyone. I feel starved.