Date with destiny

The interview a couple of days ago went well, I think. Though I think it's fairly safe to say  that while it would be a paying job and one that, without a doubt, would teach me some useful skills such as spending my days filling EU-regulated spreadsheets, I'm not dying for the job. And not least because of the 1,5 hour commute I'd have to endure daily.

But when universe gives, it gives with both hands. I have another job interview today- for that NGO I told you about. I'm really, really excited about this one, though it turned out that my salary expectations might be overly optimistic- my request was almost €1000 euros more that the starting salary for the position... Well, here's to hoping!

As I floated in the air, giddy with prospects, universe delivered news that swiftly yanked me back to the ground. Remember the guy whose gig I went to see? Well, the following day at the airport, right before boarding his plane back home he collapsed, having suffered a massive heart attack. He's been in intensive care since and the doctors are still trying to assess the magnitude of the damage the cardiac arrest has caused.

See, universe is sending me another message: don't stay teetotal and do go out with your friends - you really never know which night is going to be their last...