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Nov. 7th, 2012 08:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolYesterday I left the house at 7am, and returned at 11.30pm. I have never, ever been so grateful to put on my pajamas, tie my hair back, scrape my make up off and ping off my bra.
It's the little things in life.
So, er, yes. I had an interview yesterday in London for a job that can be best summed up as "I REALLY REALLY WANT THIS JOB" and I have no idea how it went. Fingers crossed. It seemed like a great workplace, a great job, and on an entirely lame I-am-so-provincial note it would be quite exciting to work just off Fleet Street. Fingers crossed, eh? I'll find out soon enough, I suppose.
Anyway. My train home was horribly late, which was fairly depressing after an intensely long day; I had to get to Londn, fling myself over to Ealing, then into the City, then up to Waltahmstow to argue with the council and then back to Euston to stare at the departure board. On the bright side, on the train back I was sat in front of Liz from Atomic Kitten off of the nineties so listened out for as much nineties pop gossip as I could hear. She mostly talkedto the bloke sat next to her about Everton, which was frankly depressing. I wanted some hot nineties gossip!
Now I am shattered, but have a very busy social life ahead of me. I suspect I'll be in bed in about an hour. Argh.
It's the little things in life.
So, er, yes. I had an interview yesterday in London for a job that can be best summed up as "I REALLY REALLY WANT THIS JOB" and I have no idea how it went. Fingers crossed. It seemed like a great workplace, a great job, and on an entirely lame I-am-so-provincial note it would be quite exciting to work just off Fleet Street. Fingers crossed, eh? I'll find out soon enough, I suppose.
Anyway. My train home was horribly late, which was fairly depressing after an intensely long day; I had to get to Londn, fling myself over to Ealing, then into the City, then up to Waltahmstow to argue with the council and then back to Euston to stare at the departure board. On the bright side, on the train back I was sat in front of Liz from Atomic Kitten off of the nineties so listened out for as much nineties pop gossip as I could hear. She mostly talkedto the bloke sat next to her about Everton, which was frankly depressing. I wanted some hot nineties gossip!
Now I am shattered, but have a very busy social life ahead of me. I suspect I'll be in bed in about an hour. Argh.
