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I swear I'm so done. SO. DONE.
So I set up this Skype interview with an interviewee I need for my feature article assignment, and we made the call, did the interview and said goodbye.

If anything at all I think I've learned a couple lessons from this interview:

  1. I hate Skype interviews - I hate not knowing how to react to a person because I only have their voice to go on when I have to think about how to react, and this is why I'm so much fonder of actual physical face-to-face interviews.
  2. I'm never using Skype for an interview platform again.
  3. Seriously wtf is the point of a Skype recording software if it DOESN'T RECORD THE VOICE OF THE PERSON YOU'RE TALKING TO. I DON'T WANT TO HEAR MY VOICE I NEED TO HEAR HIS.
  4. HE IS THE ONE I AM QUOTING WHY DO YOU RECORD MY VOICE INSTEAD OF HIS.
  5. Also seriously my room is one of the worst places to hold a Skype conversation, and I have never been more aware of this fact today.
  6. Like why do I have to live by the main road AND with a primary school right in front of my room?
  7. With drilling?
  8. Who in the seven hells drills at this timing anyway?
But yeah. I'm basically 100000% done with Skype and using it for an interview ugh. I can still fall to my handwritten scrawling and this other recording software I used as backup, though this other software could only record in five-minute intervals so I have gaps in the interview.

But it's okay. I can do this.

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