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Theoretically, I have an approximately one in three chance of getting the job. Practically, I have no idea how many geologists they are interviewing. I know that they are five of the fifty five jobs on offer, and that about one hundred and forty people are going to the testing centre stage.

I got landed with a bit of a dud in the second part of the group activity, but I think I made it work. One of the other girls said we were better than the other groups. It wasn't his fault really, it's just that his comprehension of the subject matter was not great, but he still had to do half the presentation.

I think I gave good examples in the behavioural interview. I hope I wasn't too hand flappy.

I am also hyper aware of the fact that I use "so" as a verbal filler because Mum hates "um" so much. I make the substitution but I don't think I use it any less. I hope it wasn't too noticeable.

The other people seemed nice. I'm glad I didn't end up the only girl in pants. My hair is being ridiculous now, but it was okay when I left home. There were one or two feral white boy ponytails, and mine looked more presentable than that.

I just missed the train issues on the way in (the joys of travelling with shittyrail). Thank goodness for crossing the platform to a city circle trains.

Hopefully this one will be the one. I'm growing tired of tearing off a piece of my soul for every new application.

I know that they never said it was going to be easy, but I didn't expect it to be like this. I feel frayed and tired, and I am so, so over limbo.