So I was supposed to do my interview for my Media Studies assessment today, yes that would be the one that is due in 10 days and is worth 40% of my mark, I'm not going to say whom the interview was meant to be with but I will say that the person is a promiment member of the National Union of Students.
I had LTU open day voluenteer training from 2:00pm-4:00pm (is anyone coming to the Bundoora campus open day on Sunday, if so I'll be out on the Simpson Lawn all day, hello sunburn) and the intrerview was supposed to be at 5:15pm, no where near enough time to get from Bundoora to the Trades Hall in Carlton on public transport so I caught a cab, it cost me $36.60 (but that is a whole other rant.)
Anyway come 5:15pm there is no sign of the person I'm supposed to be interview, so Peta who is my work partner for this assessment and who was meant to be sound engineer for the interview waited around until about 5:25pm when I finally ring the person I'm interviewing to see where the hell they are only to find out that they are at a "speak out" (read drinking session, I've been to a few in my time) that they had forgotten about and can't come but we can do the interview with her at the pub where the "speak out" is taking place. This for several reasons including but not limited to the fact that interviewing someone who is half in the bag is completely unethical isn't a viable option so she rescheduled for Wednesday at 1:30pm.
Jesus Christ, I confirmed the interview on Wednesday and again on Thursday, I spent $36.60 on a cab getting to the interview location and worst of all for me I had put myself through a sleepless night and spent most of the day panicking (I mean in the my body releasing massive amonuts of adrenaline and cortisol into my system at random intervals way) for absolutly fucking nothing.
And I have to go through it all again on Wednesday (not the cab part but everything else unless my personality decides to undergo a massive change between now and then) and to add to my stress levels I will only have five damn days to edit the thing once it is done, GUH!
On the positive side once I could eat again, after getting over most of the stress/panic and some of the anger I stopped in St. Kilda on the way home and got myself a huge-assed serving of mint-choc chip ice-cream from New Zealand Natural, YUM!