the call
19 September 2001 - 11:23 a.m.

Funny, I knew they'd get me. I knew the interview was just formality but it didn't stop me from being glad that they finally called back.

Finally isn't really 'finally after so long', because it's just the second day after the interview. It's more of 'finally they'd decided not to make me wait.'

I'm not going to be arrogant or overbearing just because I got this job. The pay isn't really so good, but I'll be working in a reputable research institution that is internationally recognized. And then the location is really idyllic, provincial, barriotic and the standard of living is quite low that my salary will certainly go a long way. But then I'm not going there for the money. I'm going there for the training, for the experience and the added credentials in my resume.

But it will be a good start.

I'm still remembering the interview. I didn't really do so good. I mean, it could have been better. Then I find out towards the end of the interview that the guy I was going to have to report to directly knows my dad. Four years ago in a university in Boston they'd work together. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not.

This is my first 'real' job, and that was my first interview. It was too easy. I just hope I'll do really good.

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