Tick, Tock..

So Burberry said they'd get back to me with a decision at the end of the week.
It is now, past the end of the week and in fact, a new week. (fascinating how that happens..)
I've been assured it is perfectly reasonable to call in and check on the status of my application. I was convinced I hadn't got it, since I hadn't heard back.
I wanted to call just to hear a firm 'no' so I could move on with my life.
By that I mean the absence of Burberry themed dreams/nightmares where I get the job/don't get the job waking me in a cold sweat/false happiness.
Oh the joy.

I called this morning, very cheerful, professional, look-how-great-my-phone-manner-is.
Basically I'll next hear from them in a couple weeks.. eeekkkk!!

It's not a no, its not a yes.
It's a .. Wait.
I can do that, I'm all over that. If there's a job worth waiting for, its a job at Burberry.
Peaceful nights will have to wait.

'When you said Burberry my heart LITERALLY skipped a beat'

Finished interning at Nicole Farhi - It. Was. Fantastic.
I really loved it, it was such an incredible experience. I got to work A/W12 Press Day, which was great, loads of journalists and stylists to schmooze with - excellent.
Due to the stupid Inland Revenue cracking the whip on fashion houses taking on unpaid interns for too long, a month was the maximum time I could stay. I was a bit irritated about it.
But Then....

So since I've decided to do this, I've sent out precisely a million copies of my CV.
(http://www.fashintern.blogspot.co.uk/2012/02/playing-with-big-boys.html)
Wasn't really sure what good it was doing.
Last week, I got an email, with 'PR assistant role' in the subject field.
I hadn't sent any recent applications and I wasn't aware of recent vacancies anywhere so I was totally surprised.
Open the email and who is it writing me?
Burberry. BURBERRY.

INVITING ME IN FOR AN INTERVIEW.
Now forget everything else, whether I get a job or not, the fact that I have been invited to the most iconic fashion brand in England is a Big Freaking Deal right there.
So I went, last Tuesday, portfolio in hand. I honestly would have waited all day to get a shot at being a Burberry employee.
I mean RIGHT, its BURBERRY.
The building is without a doubt the nicest place I have ever entered. Upon asking for a bathroom I was told to go over to a full length mirror and press the silver button beside it. When I did this, the mirror slid sideways into the freaking wall.
Seriously.
The interview itsself went really well. So well that I think the reason I won't get it would be because she interviews someone better than me, rather than me not being good enough.
I'm definitely not getting my hopes up though, don't want to make the inevitable devastation worse.
Fingers crossed. Infact, lets just cross Everything.