Yesterday, something huge (at least for me) happened. I got a call from a fashion editor of a big local magazine asking me if I could meet up for an interview. I was recommended by my FIP teacher, John Herrera, for the Jr. Fashion Editor position. She called at around 2pm and asked if we could meet at Greenbelt at around 5pm. I panicked as soon as we finished talking. I only had 3 hours to prepare and my portfolio and writing samples are not yet ready! So after putting down the phone I quickly created short articles (thanks Mich for proofreading), took a bath and prayed that I get there on time. We met at a nice cafe and she was surprisingly nice (and gorgeous!). The meeting went well, she mostly spent the time reading my blogs and my "last minute" portfolio. It's easy to feel comfortable with her. The job was what I've always imagined it would be. And I'm pretty confident I could breeze through it. But when she told me how much I'd be paid, my heart sank. It felt like my dreams collided with an iceberg and sunk deep down in the ocean--mala Titanic. Most people told me to risk it, easy for them to say when they have their parents to help them. If I push through I would most probably die of starvation. Haha. I have an apartment, bills to pay, and my shopping needs (haha). I don't think I can survive with that kind of pay. :c The job also requires 100% of my time, meaning I can't do Archive anymore or blog that much or work part-time. It's also hard to go on vacations since there are scheduled shoots almost everyday. It's like starting from 0 again. And I think I'm already too old for that (I'll be 27 this month!). The cons have really outweighed the pros. Sigh. Oh well.
I was so confused that I surprisingly finished my food (an achievement haha!)...
Mich checking out her leaf, the previous one got little worms! Eeek.
Banana Leaf: thai fried rice, clams with chili sauce, pandan iced tea
And this is what I wore to our meeting. Ms.Editor even approved! :)
pantsuit from FabsnTrends, thrifted cropped jacket, Elle shoes, thrifted bag, random accs
And of course, I can't not bring anything home. I felt the urge to shop yesterday. Haha.
Tomato "Jeggings"--love the color and fit!
YRYS rope belt
So if you were in my situation, what would you do? *Sigh*
Anyway, my mom's brother died this morning from a motorcycle accident. So we're going to fly to Bacolod this weekend or early next week. That's why I hate motorcyles, it's too dangerous. Be safe everyone. Remember to live life to the fullest (corny but true!). Virtual hugs. And hope you're all having a great week.
My prayer:
Thank you Lord for each and everyday of my life.
Let me live each day in and for your glory.
I surrender everything to You.
Amen. =)