After a long period of exceptional laziness when I basically lived out the life of a hibernating bear, when the most productive thing I did in the span of an entire day was chew some food... I finally decided to not further waste away my life, and actually DO something. So earth-shattering it's shocking.

My best bet? Put the piece of paper I got from my university to good use... by that I mean turn it over and brainstorm on the backside... OR use it to apply for a job. Hard choice, but I was pressured into the latter. Indeed, four years of studying is not a total waste after all! It got me an interview at a private lab company!

Interviews are disgusting. I despise them. It's all about pretenses and facades, all to try to sell yourself. I suppose it's a necessary evil... like government... but still, I hate it. Nevertheless, I donned a fresh suit, crisp shirt, put on my lady heels, did my hair nice, painted my face, and hobbled to the office.... all in the hopes that my first impression would be a hire-me impression. I tried to sound competent, I nodded a lot, furrowed my eyebrows as if his words were the most innovative thing I've heard in all my life. To much my surprise, it worked. Who knew?! I should flatter myself and say that I was hired due to my overwhelmingly qualified abilities and exceptional charm. But, I know better than to think that... I was hired because lab rats are easy to train, and I am a trained lab rat. :)

I'm excited to do something new, to be productive, and to learn. I'm excited to contribute something, even if it's to some bigger corporate company where my existence equals that of plankton. I'm excited to meet new people, and learn new gossips.