Making a turn

It's another rainy morning. The weather is getting a lil unpredictable these days. It was all hot and sunny yesterday; it's close to 11am now, the heavy rain clouds are still hanging in the almost mid afternoon sky. Maybe another downpour in the afternoon wouldnt be such a bad thing after all.

I've got a call from the musuem on Monday, a call which i have been waiting for and thought would probably not arrive. I applied to be a volunteer at the musuem's Night Festival event come July two weeks ago. I wrote in with my application form in which i had to admit, i didnt spend alot of effort on. But my hopes were high back then thinking I would probably get it regardless of my lack of effort in answering the questions on the application form. After 2 weeks, when my hopes were dampening and almost diminished to nothingness (esp after i chanced on an article in the papers about volunteer work in musuems over here are overwhelming high); i got a call right after lunch on Monday inviting me over to the national musuem for an interview come Saturday. I was thrilled! And i spent the rest of my afternoon telling colleagues, close friends etc about it. Yah, i realized i'm somewhat of an attention whore. I get excited too quickly and i had to tell everyone i know about it...then after i'm done or ran out of air, I lay flat like a balloon. I dont feel that much of the thrill anymore, not to say i'm not interested...it's just the spark to actually tell people about it has died a little somewhat. I'm still eagerly awaiting for Saturday. It's my first volunteer work of such and i do not know what sort of interview it may be, what questions i would be asked, how should i dress, what is expected of me...and even i'll get selected for the job in the first place. Though most of my friends were saying they have confident i'd get it; at this moment i would rather keep my hopes a litle lower. I know i wouldn't like the disappointment.