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Carla's wacky world of little lies and big truths
What a week! Gaaaaah! Where to start? My mum is currently heating up some dumplings (ooh), so typing time is limited.
Well. Carla's a liar-liar-pants-on-fire, and definitely not proud of it. I went to a job interview this week, AND I made a little design thing for this same new potential job. It's really hard to look for another job when you're working full-time. So I've been taking a day off here and there, leaving early, arriving a little late. I feel so bad telling fibs (eg. "Oh, I am just trying to avoid my stalker" and "I'm feeling sick"). I hate it. But I feel like it's what I have to do to get out of the situation that I am in. I so wish that I didn't have to, though, and I don't recommend it. I think the feeling of guilt is so bad. Anyway, at the moment, I have my heart set on this totally amazing assistant fashion designer position at a funky Australian fashion company. The company makes clothes that I would ACTUALLY WEAR- no way! I have met the co-owners of this company twice now, and it was a tough effort for me to stop myself from getting down on my knees and begging, "PLEASE hire me! PLEASE! I love you! I will do anything for you! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!" I have been praying heaps about this job. But I know that if I don't get this job, then that is God's good will for me. And I know that I tried as hard as I could in the situation. Plus, I have all the regular design injuries to prove it- a sore hand, a big bruise on my leg from running into a steel ruler, an achey shoulder from carrying my heavy portfolio case!
As for this weekend, Geoff and I went to our seventh wedding for the year yesterday. I could write many an analysis on the different things we've seen. For example: we have seen many wedding kisses. We saw the non-kiss, where the minister forgot to tell the groom to kiss the bride (I think that the groom was quite disappointed, but also accepting, as of course, there would be many kisses to follow in the decades after). We saw a big pash, where the minister said afterwards, "Is it me, or is it getting hot in here?" Yesterday, at our dear Mel and Andrew's wedding, we saw a chaste, shy lip peck. It was nice. The reception was held at Andrew's parents' place in Blakehurst. They have this huge house that has a back lawn that looks right out over the water. They had set up a big white marquee, as well as stiff white tables and chairs. Being there was like being in a wedding scene for a movie, or being at one of Gatsby's parties. Seriously elegant stuff. Andrew's parents were also sooooooooo adorable...they welcomed each guest and danced so quaintly. Of course, I got to see my dear friend Xenia, who looks more and more grown up every time I see her. She is one of my favourite people in the world. She is only fifteen, and yet has such wisdom about her. She hung out with Geoffster and I, as we navigated our way around the various party personalities (eg. the scary thunderstorms, the new girlfriends, the old shy friends).
I have just returned from a trip to my local mall for some good ol' suburban Christmas shopping. Only, it feels like nothing is reassuringly suburban anymore. Things are constantly getting renovated at the mall, so that things are slicker and newer and whiter. I miss the dagginess of it all. Anyway, I spent my time there racing around trying to find things for my friends and family, chanting "Don't panic, don't panic!" in my head. I think that I will need to take a trip to Newtown to find a pressie for my Geoff...I think if I got him a present from Urban Store, it'd just be too obviously trendy.
Okay, the dumplings are ready! Do I dare to promise you a more coherent update next week? Stay tuned.
Carla x |