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SCORE!

After fifteen phonecalls and two job application forms, I have finally managed to get a job interview. To quote:

"Hello, can I speak to [lady in advert] about a job in the paper, please?"

"She's interviewing at the moment. Can I take your details?"

"Of course!"

"What job are you interested in?"

I hadn't got that far yet, so I scanned the advert again. "Um, housekeeping." (The other option was being a carer. Mum did that for years and has warned me off 'unless you get really desperate'. I wasn't at that point yet.)

"Housekeeping? Brilliant!"

"Um, okay."

I gave her the rest of my details and proceeded to arrange an interview. On the downside, they want to for when my shift at work finishes, so no break for Colleen. And also, it's housekeeping. Still, money is money.

Other problem: it is in Formby. I do not know Formby and I only have some very vague and garbled directions. Iona, do you have ANY idea where Seaview House is, please? Apparently it's around your neck of the woods, or the woman on the phone told me. I didn't even look where it was until I phoned up.

Things I Need To Do Today:

1. Go outside of house
2. Book dentists appointment
3. Buy lunch of some description
4. Check if have been paid
5. Book driving test
6. Revision

So, I have stuff to do today and a six hour shift with no break since I must take it at the end to escape to Formby tomorrow. It's slowly dawning on me that yes, my exams are next week and gosh, aren't you a little unprepared for them? I may spend today sorting out bloody Critical Research for media. I am also absolutely shattered, as I couldn't sleep last night and woke u[ at 10.00 voluntarily. You have no idea how early this is for me on a normal day. But, y'know, YAY INTERVIEW.

~Hathy_Col~

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... I have done no revision today. I do have a date for my driving test (7th July), a dentist appointment (21st July) and a Fathers Day present. In fact, five of them - little Penguin paperback books, 5 for a fiver. They're actually rather good and I felt all cool and arty as I bought them. Especially since I bought P.G. Wodehouse, George Orwell, H.G. Wells, some arty bloke I've never heard of, and erm, Jamie Oliver. Well, Dad likes cooking.

I have also straightened my hair is preperation for aforementioend job interview, and now I'm just debating what to wear. Straightening my hair is a bloody nightmare and there's always bits I don't quite catch properly. The end result isn't bad, but eh. It also makes me all gross and sweaty because for some strange reason, having my hair hiss at me, steam and two pieces of ceremics at 210C makes me sort of nervous. So the roots don't get some properly.

Also bewailing the fact I'm actually not going to be able to eat tomorrow. Alas. And to get to current job, I have to leave the house with my mother at 8.30 cos I'm too stingy to get the bus.

Oh, woe is me. Etc. Still, here's hoping it all goes okay and I actually find the damn place. What with the fact no one has ever heard of it, it's not in the Yellow Pages and we only sort of have a clue about where it might be after fifteen minutes with the Formby A-Z. (I'm so glad my mother's line of work includes her having stuff like this.) I suspect it's a cult out to brainwash me. Or use me for a human sacrifice. Well, at least I'll be sacrified wearing my good luck trousers.

Yes, I have good luck trousers. And very nice they are too.

~Hathy_Col~