Day of rest, my arse
I thought that Sunday was supposed to be a day of rest? Bollocks.
So far I have been shopping, done all the washing, changed the bed, cooked dinner, watched the Boy for an hour and a half (supposed to be for 15 minutes), cleaned the kitchen, played with the cats, sorted out my schedule for next week and I still have the freezer to do. Where is the rest?
I think, another hour of doing houseworky stuff, then I will sit down with a glass of wine and read my River Cottage book.
The cats are asleep. Harvey is in the wardrobe, lying on a 5kg bag of rice. Why sleep in a comfy warm cat bag if there is something more uncomfortable? Frankie, who actually stayed outside for a couple of hours, is on the bed, and Ellie is next to me.
Baron Greenback is watching Terminator 3. So far, his contribution to the day is changing the cat litter tray and eating the dinner I cooked. He seems to think that as it is his day off, he shouldn't have to do anything. That doesn't apply to me, clearly..... He can be such a tit.
My parents should be arriving in Vegas about now. I hope that they have fun, and make their fortune on the slots! They have been looking forward to this trip for ages.
Likelihood
Mum and Dad are leaving for Las Vegas tomorrow. My sister was supposed to drive them to the airport but she accidently drove her new car over a lump of concrete in the road. Don't ask. So she has her spare tyre on and needs to drive at no more than 60mph. That is about as likely as Dubya saying that invading Iraq was morally questionable.
So I have to drive.
Cameo in Crimewatch
I was fast asleep in bed yesterday morning when my mobile rang. I use it as an alarm clock, so I didn't need to get up to answer it. It was an agency, telling me that they had a great opportunity. I said yes, send my CV, and tried to go back to sleep. Ten minutes later, the phone rings again.
"Can you go for an interview at 3.30pm today?"
I was early so I decided to go into WHS and browse. I was in a corner when all hell breaks loose behind me. The police had been called to arrest a shoplifter, and she wasn't going quietly. Not at all. I got caught behind it. All the yelling and screaming and swearing.
To make matters worse, the whole thing was being filmed so I had to turn and hide to avoid featuring on Crimewatch. Fun to watch, but it made me a couple of minutes late.
It was dusk when I left. The bus went over Blackfriars Bridge, and St Pauls was lit up. It looked so lovely. I could see the Tate, Bishopsgate, the Erotic Gherkin and London Bridge. I love taking the bus in London at night. That bus also swings by the remains of a church that is all lit up. I don't know if it is medieval, or a bombed out church from the war, but it is really lovely, with the flowers there.
I also have a second interview for the job I didn't really want. Whilst I didn't deliberately interview badly I didn't put much effort in, so I am surprised. I think they must be desperate for staff.
Picture this
Harvey is sat on the balcony, hovering over a 15 foot frop doing his best Lion King impression. Frankie is eating a coat hanger. Ellie is downstairs protecting us all from the Pink Mouse on a String, growling to let us know that the danger hasn't passed yet and we should all stay away.
I didn't get the job. Never mind.
My So Called Life
STILL waiting for feedback from Monday. I guess that this means it won't be good news. Oh well.
I got bugger all done last night. I was passing The Boy's school after the interview so I volunteered to pick him up, and take him home, since he moved with his Mum and her boyfriend to just down the road from here. I ended up staying to help unpack and to have dinner, so my plans went out the window.
So todays excitement involves more washing, making the shopping list, hoovering and general tidying. Plus I need to cook ome of the food in the fridge - piece of cod, some Chinese and some mince (ground) meat. Plus I have a six hour shift starting at lunchtime.
The furballs are unhappy because it hasn't stopped raining in 3 days, and isn't likely to stop soon. They won't go out, so they are acting stircrazy, Harvey especially.
I also have to decide what to do. I could take a temporary accounting job for four weeks, which means I would be doing real work and getting a decent salary. Problem is, the job would involve an hour and a halfs drive each way. I would spend a fortune on petrol and I would lose my 20% discount card in the run up to Christmas. Decisions, decisions.
As a treat yesterday I bought the River Cottage Cookbook. I love the TV show, and the book is great. I was up past midnight reading it last night.
Must get a move on. Mum is coming over, as is my sister, and I am still in my 'jamas.
Day off
Ok. Another interview today, and a meeting with an agency. And it gets better, because................it's my DAY OFF!!!!!!
Baron Greenback is working late, so I have the house to myself this evening. That means I can have fish for dinner (he hates it) and I can watch the programmes I like on TV tonight. Unfortunately he hasn't to work gone yet, so he is in bed snoring (again).
So it is 10AM now. Time to put some washing on, tidy the kitchen and living room, put some clothes away, have a shower and work out where I am going for these meetings. And then go.
I can then come home, tidy up the wardrobe (we keep food in there and not clothes) and make a shopping list, make some phone calls, do some more washing, maybe go shopping now whilst I am off, go to the Post Office and then slump in front of the TV!
Other than that, I think the only thing I need to do is print off some coupons. I found some online sites that gives me coupons, and my store takes them even if I don't buy the products. Plus I have some general store money off vouchers, so I might use them too. I was going to save them for after Christmas, but I think they will be better used in the pre Christmas sales.
Off to my jobs!
Anything but work
This is surprisingly addictive. On the other hand, bathroom cleaning would be addictive if it could distract me from the thought of leaving for work. Can you all tell just how much I love it?!
I just had a call from an agency. Apparently, one of the Top Four are looking for temp staff to start immediately and my name has gone forward. One advantage is that it is to start immediately,so if the job today doesn't work out, something else might.
Still don't want to go to work tonight though.............................I'm soooooooo whiny!!!!!
But that is the perogative of a Blog writer! However, I will try not to moan anymore as it is driving me mad.
Onto cheery thoughts!
Time to kill
Been to the interview, but apparently I won't get any feedback until at least tomorrow. If I go through , the second interview is in Brighton (that's the seaside and Gay Capital of England) and involves some tests.
I still really want this job. And I still really don't want to go to work tonight. It is a four hour shift, which means no break and I can't face the shelf stacking. I've just been to London, in my nice suit, and I finally feel like me again. It is too hard to put on that uniform and go back to being that person.
If I get the job they want the training to start before Christmas - I really really would like that!!!!
I have a whole hour and a half at my disposal. I've checked my e-mail, put on more washing and had a tidy. I need to retrieve Harvey from outside as it is getting dark (I just let him out for half an hour when I got in) and I suppose I could empty the dishwasher. I am just finding it hard to care at the moment.
I think I shall go and have a cup of tea.
So far, so good
Washing is on, dishwasher is on, cats are out, and clothes ready for the interview. Now, got to have breakfast (no rumbly tummies here thank you!) and hang out the clothes to dry.
I need to be at the station to catch the fast train at 1pm. It only takes about 20 minutes to get into Liverpool Street, and from there I take the bus to Bank. I have to admit, I am a little nervous. I have heard that there are a few people going, but there are only three positions. I expected this - the money is fantastic, but for me it means more, as I am not really working.
If I don't get this, then I don't have many other things lined up. So the pressure is on.
We've just had a huge cat fight here - Harvey was biting Ellie's head, and Frankie was biting her tail. Fur flying everywhere. Hence Harvey is now banished outside to beat up Smudge (mad cat next door).
The JFK documentary was a pile of crap. It barely touched on the grassy knoll and was hell bent on trying to claim that Lee Harvey (I can't believe I named the cat after him!) Oswald (Frankie was nearly an Ozzie!) was acting alone.
Work again tonight. I was on the tills yesterday so time went quickly until I was back to shelf stacking. But I got chatting with the till manager and she is going to give me extra till hours. I need the money, so if I can work tills then perhaps I won't kill anyone.
Baron Greenback is a tit. He moans constantly about his job, but never looks for another one. He tells me what time he starts work, and so I set the alarm, but then moans that I set it too early and he won't get up. All he does is moan, but never makes an effort to solve it. Like last night, he moaned he was cold, but do you think he would get up and put on a jumper, or put on the heating?? No, bollocks. He just moaned.
Rant over.
I'm off to get ready for the interview...........................
Evening
I got myself to work in time for 12. Then I remembered that I was supposed to start at 12.30.
Work was quite boring, and my feet ache. But I got a lot of half price shopping, so it was worth it. I bought some sesame chicken with lemon and chilli dipping sauce. We just finished it and it was lovely.
Now we are waiting to watch a documentary that claims to have solved the JFK mystery. I don't really care, to be honest, but Baron Greenback wants to watch it. Although I can hear snoring from downstairs.........................
Yes, he is fast asleep on the sofa. That means that I am in charge of the remote control.
I need to go and prepare for tomorrow's interview. It is for a really great job, so I am keen to do well. But I am out of diet coke. Never mind, and orange and passionfruit J2O sounds good. I just hope that I remembered to fill the ice cube tray.
Must remember to post.........
So I forgot to post yesterday.
In fairness I was at work for most of the day, and I was knackered when I got home. All I did was push crates around and answer stupid questions.
I am about to get ready for another 6 hours of crate pushing and stupid questions. But it does get me out of cooking Sunday lunch! And I get paid time and a half. And the icing on the cake is that I don't have to do the washing whilst I am at work!!!!!!!
My sister is moving house tomorrow. To just down the road from here. She thinks that I am going to move boxes whilst she supervises. I have an interview tomorrow, and so that is not going to be happening. And I am not her slave - she is just idle!
Shit - I have to be at work in twenty minutes and I am sat here in my jama's. And I haven't had breakfast yet. Ok - I am bone idle too!!!!
That will have to do for the latest installment. Anyone want to swap lives yet?
I have a Blog.
So I have done it. I have a Blog! Now I just have to remember to post!
I am DMouse. I am not technically unemployed, despite my current title, but I wish I was. I am a food stock advisor (read shelf stacker) at the local M&S for minimum wage. I am really a chartered accountant, but due to issues with my last employer, I am not actually working as one at the moment. Not through lack of trying though.
So.....................I live with Baron Greenback and three lunatic cats. Life is fur covered. At the moment the three monsters are fast asleep, and will stay so until about 3AM, when they begin hunting exercises. Unfortunately their training ground is our bed, and the targets are my toes. Rubber bullets are not used, and I bear the scars to prove this.
Baron Greenback is watching some film downstairs. It is quiet at the moment, so I am catching up on some reading. I suppose I should really be catching up on some washing, but since that is boring, I am not going to. Until we are almost out of clean clothes.
Anyway. That will do for tonight, methinks.
