Chapter 2 My Tempsinmalta interview

Oh my goodness! What a morning! I’m so stressed out I forgot to read my email from Tempsinmalta regarding my interview (note to self, always always Timsy, read your emails so to eliminate stress). I’m mostly quite organised, well…. nearly mostly, ok ok, not organised but outwardly I appear organised! I’m a swan swimming on a beautiful lake, minding my own business but in reality I’m a duck, paddling like mad just to stay afloat ha ha!

I should probably introduce myself, apologies, my brain works super-fast when I’m super stressed, I’m Timsy, I’m 30 something (not sure a lady should divulge her true age) and I’m running late, very late for my appointment with TempsinMalta.

I’ve arrived, phew! That was close, managed to find parking, gave the nice parker man a euro (oh, wait, is a euro enough, will he now be wheel spinning around the town in pure defiance of my miserly contribution to his parking responsibilities?!, oh well, it’s a risk I’ll have to take!)

I’ve walked into some gorgeous boutique offices. A hot photocopy engineer just walked past me, I’m sure he winked, did he wink?! No, no, maybe it was a facial tick?!

I’m calm and stress free, a few deep breathes and I’m composed. Final read through of the email sent by TempsinMalta to make sure I know what’s what …..,

right, I’m being called by a very loud receptionist to room 2! Ciao for now! Wish me luck guys!

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