My stomach is itchy.

Didn't I warn you previously that my blog is insanely boring?

At the moment I'm sitting in the computer labs at uni attempting to do some uni work but guess what, have found myself wondering off to Vox. Again.

Building 1 - UTS

And I have an itch on my stomach. I'm not exactly going to pull my top off to look at my flabby stomach right now to see what itch it is, but I feel a bump which can't be good.

I had a horrific presentation yesterday at uni. My group who-does-nothing didn't help me with the report so I ended up making up a 17 page report Tuesday night to hand up. I did my part 3 weeks ago and the last minute I get an email from one member who said he's stuck and another dude who wrote: "I'm tired and going out tonight, can't do my part. Sorry" I was so angry and did the rest of the assignment in tears. And to make matters worse, I knew there was a presentation but in the Subject Outline it goes, "short 5 minute talk about the strategies you are undertaking" and so I thought i'd be just sitting there outlining what we did. We get to class and the tutor goes, "Why don't you have a powerpoint presentation ready? This is going toward potential shareholders". And he kicked us out. I couldn't argue my case because two other groups had a presentation ready. 5 minutes and a powerpoint? That doesn't even make SENSE. Another 3 groups were also kicked out. Not fair. Lost marks. All work. No reward.

In the News today

I also had a phone interview this morning with a company for graduate positions. I screwed it up completely. At the end of the phone call she goes, "If you are successful we'll be in contact. If you don't hear from us we apologise but you are most likely unsuccessful and we wish you the best in your future endeavours". That's a definite "Good-bye". The thing is, I didn't prepare myself because I didn't expect a phone call at all! A phone interview without warning! The assessment schedule on the internet wrote: online application, assessment online, assessment centre, interview, job. But I should have prepared anyway, and I didn't, so it was my fault in the end. Oh did I mention that I did this interview while on my mobile and on a loud packed train? I didn't tell you that? *sigh*

Message from the Uni to me

For every bad thing there must be a good thing to come my way right? Yeah right. All I can do is hope that the bad is not tragically bad. There are people worse off. Just need to remind myself over and over again.