But I guess it seemed like it almost went without saying - The Great Barrier Reef is the most beautiful place in the world and it does have an awful lot of fish and co - so the question that I was really hearing was "why on earth should you be allowed to go there? Not just to work, but actually at all? *Pauses and turns to co-presenter* Is there any way we can prevent this girl from getting a visa?"
Bugger.
The other thing is, I think, that I've just gotten caught up in this mad swirl of 'vote for me, vote for me', and I've lost track of what I wanted the job for in the first place. Because of the island. Because I wanted somewhere that would inspire me, and because the island would do that. It's strange: how quickly you can lose track of what you really want or think, just because you're being pulled in too many directions at once. It's been so focused on 'Holly! Sell yourself!' that I've forgotten that I never wanted this job so that it would be about me. I wanted it so that I could write about something else. My natural instincts have been crushed completely, and I've ended up becoming someone I don't like: someone that's all about themselves.
And yes. The irony of writing a blog about yourself talking about yourself is almost too much for me to handle. It's so post-modern my head is going to fall off.