the EU click

im woken at 9 in the morning (way before wake-up time) by a phonecall- someone asking in spanish to speak to a 'harib'. annoyed at being woken by a wrong number i rudely hang up.
an hour later the same person calls asking for 'cherry'. after i shout 'no! you have the wrong number again!' jerry snatches the phone from me.... 'yes this is jerry'.
oops! its the hard rock cafe asking to do an interview and im SO jealous that jerry got an interview and i didn't, that i begin a snooty tantrum.
an hour later they call me too. :o)

we get up early the next morning for our interviews. jerry's is first which suits me because he can prepare me for the questions they ask. since he's getting his student allowance from the swedish government, he doesn't care if he gets a job or not, so he's not nervous at all. when they ask him to summarise himself in three words, he says cockily 'im the best'.

i'm a bundle of nerves even waiting in line before my interview. when they sit me down in front of a panel of interviewers, i'm so nervous that after the fifth question i ask if i can switch to english. despite the nerves, i feel like i've done pretty well until they tell me at the end that if i get the job ill need a social security number. the spanish embassy has already told me that there are no spanish working visas available for australians..... i'm so sick of being left out of this annoying clicky, elite EU club!! >:o(

i leave feeling pretty disheartened and so desperate for a job that as we walk past the 'private gentleman's club' i decide to slip in a CV (for a clothed bartender job of course)... desperate times seek desperate measures. ;o)