On St Kilda St, near the city, there’s a digital design studio that I’m going to interview at. I’ve recently dropped out of Geomatics at RMIT. A real job will mean I can stop working a day at my stepdad’s engineering firm. I will have enough money for expensive jeans to wear at gay clubs, and petrol to visit my MSN Messenger friends – everything a 19-year-old needs.

I’m really surprised that they’ve asked me in for an interview for a web developer position. This firm has some well-known brands as their clients.

They’ve checked out my previous websites, the way I did the HTML and CSS. They say I need to use tabs correctly. In the moment, I think they mean tabs, as in, buttons that reveal content. But they’re actually talking about spacing tabs in the code.

They ask why I’m looking to get into web design now, if I’ve been coding HTML for almost 10 years already – almost as old as the world wide web itself. I tell them that even though I can do code, I don’t find it exciting. I don’t want to be a codemonkey my whole life.

The web, websites, it’s just boring. People are getting fancy with AJAX and rounded borders. Amazon and eBay look like vomit. To me, getting excited about the web is like getting excited about paper. It’s not new. I’ll jump on the next hype wave, after web 2.0 quiets down.

At the end of the interview, I’m given an assignment to test my abilities. It asks me to code up a layout from a picture, with images provided on a CD.

I go home. I can do this. I’ll use DL, DT, DD… I’ll do some fancy negative margins. I’ll show them how it’s done.

And then I don’t.