Jan 18 2008

The job

Published by Ankantoiel at 9:01 pm under Fanfiction, Sport, Study

STI InnsbruckI GOT IT! Incredible… Well, ok not so incredible but wonderful. ;) I am very glad that the job interview with Dr. Simperl from STI Innsbruck went that well (at least I hope that I didn’t made the impression to be nervous or something more awful). So I am working now for STI Innsbruck as webmaster. I will start my work there on February and hope that everything is going well and that the job is what I was looking for. But what Dr. Simperl told me sounded very good and exactly what I wanted to do. So let’s hope the best and everything will work out well. :)

Nordische Kombination 2008 SeefeldI had made some updates concerning the fanfictions. First of all I have made an update to “When love and hate collide”. The story is now available as online version and the .pdf-file has been updated as well. I have also added a new chapter to “Lost Soul” and have changed the content of the first two chapters. So please read it once more. ;)

Well, next week are a lot of exams and I will learn now for them. The only thing that I am looking forward to is now the Nordic Combined Worldcup in Seefeld. My sisters and also Alex and I will support the organisation as every year. Hopefully the event will take place. Last year the weather was so rainy and warm that the snow melted away and the competition on Sunday was cancelled. :(

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