I think it was around Tuesday that I drove by a lorry and the large advert on the side, kick started my brain. Sadly, whatever witty and erudite post I had planned, fell foul to memory failure and a busy week. Ho hum. I suppose that’s a bit like the dog ate my homework. I do find the lapses of memory frustrating and no doubt that’s one of the reasons humanity invented writing. 🙂
Not much on the trans front his week, so if that’s your main reason for visiting, move along as there’s nothing to see here. 😉 Other stuff, health and family are fine. Work is not so good, or more accurately, work was okay. There I was bumbling through another week and soon the day of the interview was upon me. Notes memorised, shoes shined and suit suitably suity, off I went. Only, I didn’t get it.
I know that there are some jobs you are just not ready for and I also know that there are other folk out there more talented that yours truly. However, when it’s an internal gig and you know that the application date has been put back to encourage more applications, you start to hope you’re in with a chance. Or at least I did.
So, yeah, I didn’t get it and yes, I am cross about it. I’ve downgraded the mentalist status from very cross to just cross on account of the large Pimms perched to my right. I have lined up a feedback interview, so I guess we’ll see where I fell flat or otherwise. Thing is, this is the fourth time I’ve missed the mark and I begin to wonder it’s time I moved on.
Still, all those thoughts aside, it is the weekend, the sun is shining and the Ever Lovely Mrs Jones is cooking a delicious smelling tea for us both to enjoy. Time to put away concerns about organised faffing and concentrate on the important things: family, friends and food.
[ Today’s lyric: Nine to Five by Dolly Parton ]