Guess what

I'm a Master of Science! And I scored insane 76 for my dissertation. 68 for my course which is why I got overall merit. But still, I'm fucking awesome as hell.

PARTY!

Gain my vision, Visiongain

The hunt for a well-paid job that isn't prostitution begins. Because I was apparently awesome (lol, nope) I got this email address to this guy from Visiongain who was looking for market researcher to work in London. I got excited and terrified at the same time but thought, well fuck it, I might as well apply. It took me one whole day to write a perfect cover letter and today was the day. I sent the email with my application and the deed was done. In most cases they reply within a week or never, so happy that I did something towards my better future I went to the kitchen and made some tea. I came back and there it was. An email from the guy saying hello there Fox, here is a task for you so I can tell if you're fit for the job.

I got a tiny heart attack, I'm sure of that.

What I'm supposed to do is to write a short summary of an article they gave me. Sounds easy but everything depends on it and oh god, I really want this job. Fingers crossed.
Please, hire me. I want to work in this horrible city of London. I want to earn money and have a decent life.

Meanwhile my supervisor sent me an email. The title was "Coconut power!" and he didn't reply to my inquiry about career advising. Some things never change.

And now, the weather

Apparently I was an awesome student the whole year, despite my paranoid thoughts I sucked most of the time. I might have been one of the best, what suggest being picked for the The Most Promising Market Researcher group, that got an offer for a job in London. Hell, how did this happen? In this golden six there are five native Brits and me - the bundle of stress, nerves and over-sized ambitions.

Well, it's good to see I wasn't that bad this year. Also the farewell parties showed that I was, in fact, the source of energy for the whole course, at least 6 people were desperate to have sex with me and I was generally awesome. It's hard to say if everything I heard was the truth, because we had lots of wine and Jack Daniels during those conversations. I heard unspeakable things. And, with the help of God Almighty, I hope no one recorded the things that were said. Because that's a blackmail material right there.

Autumn came and this is depressing. I also spent the last three days doing nothing and feeling awesome about it. But it is high time for me to write this cover letter to London and pray they give me a well-payed job. And then I can focus on my Very Epic Renaissance English Court Story. Mostly because I want to write about my grumpy king, his very much intense sex life, amazing brother and later on, ever more amazing love story because deep inside I'm a sucker for love stories.

Yes, I confess. I'm a woman and I love romance. Deal with it.

The odds are in my favor and it is fabulous

I was about to write some depressing stuff about flights getting lost at airports and so on but GUYS, I JUST GOT AN EMAIL THAT I DON'T HAVE MY ORAL EXAM. This means I'm freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! No more exams, no more studying, I'm basically a Master of Science and all this happened on Frankfurt airport, when I was waiting for my transferred flight. THANK YOU GERMANY. Even though you gave me only 30 minutes of free wifi, you stingy bastard.

Next stop - Birmingham airport and PARTY.