(no subject)
Nov. 18th, 2012 10:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolThis has been a good week, as they go. After Monday's minor celebrity run-in, I somewhat reluctantly found myself on a train to London on Tuesday for an interview. I sort of didn't want to go as it's a lot of money and faff, but having not heard back from any other jobs meant I was keen to have something else in the maybe pile.
The interview itself was a complete failure, compounded by my inability to find the place on time. I am so pants at directions. I then had several hours to kill in London, and the British Museum decided not to put any of their lights on so I was squinting in the dark at the Chinese gallery, and eventually just went for a wander around London with sore feet and a sort of grim resentment that yet again no jobs had phoned me and what the fuck was up with people's etiquette these days, etc, etc.
Had a missed call when I was on the underground from the scary recruitment lady, so phoned her back at Euston station. Made complete tit of myself by quite loudly shouting 'YAY!' down the phone when she told me I had in fact got the job. Still, yay! It's the job interview from last week that I actually really wanted, working as a recruitment administrator at an IT consultancy firm that's expanding rapidly. The office seemed like a nice place to work, it's the the city but without too much of the evil, and crucially I will not work in sales or have to talk to the general public. Oh, bliss. On Wednesday the guy who will be my boss phoned to tell me about all of the benefits (and it says a lot about how bad my place is, when I was still being impressed at 'so I get an HOUR for lunch? Like, every day?' before they even got to the bit about the gym and the bonus scheme) and was significantly less scary than he'd been for the interviews, which is a good sign. I've even been invited to their Christmas party with a plus one, so I can take along Richie as a shield. It's black tie, so I hope I still fit into some of the Christmas Ball dresses from uni...
I've also spent a big chunk of the week at my parent's house; we stayed over to Wednesday night because Richie was working as a poll clerk in Ormskirk on Thursday and, you know, I work on Ormskirk so it made sense to sleep over. Plus, free tea. I ended up schlepping around on Thursday night to wait to pick Richie up (so more free tea) and then on Friday Grandad was visiting so wahey, free tea!
This weekend, however, I've been back in our flat. I'm going to miss this place, I'll admit, although not the neighbours or indeed Southport. I went shopping for new work clothes yesterday. Have they changed the specifications for shoe sizes? I'm still a size 5 in New Look but appear to be a size 4 everywhere else, which is weird. Also, I am aware my body shape has changed a little, bit seriously H&M, women have boobs and arses, please make your clothes fit them. Still, I think I've got everything I need, although if people would just invent a size 13 life would be a lot easier.
Today's task: starting the packing. Oh dear. Easier said than done, I think.
The interview itself was a complete failure, compounded by my inability to find the place on time. I am so pants at directions. I then had several hours to kill in London, and the British Museum decided not to put any of their lights on so I was squinting in the dark at the Chinese gallery, and eventually just went for a wander around London with sore feet and a sort of grim resentment that yet again no jobs had phoned me and what the fuck was up with people's etiquette these days, etc, etc.
Had a missed call when I was on the underground from the scary recruitment lady, so phoned her back at Euston station. Made complete tit of myself by quite loudly shouting 'YAY!' down the phone when she told me I had in fact got the job. Still, yay! It's the job interview from last week that I actually really wanted, working as a recruitment administrator at an IT consultancy firm that's expanding rapidly. The office seemed like a nice place to work, it's the the city but without too much of the evil, and crucially I will not work in sales or have to talk to the general public. Oh, bliss. On Wednesday the guy who will be my boss phoned to tell me about all of the benefits (and it says a lot about how bad my place is, when I was still being impressed at 'so I get an HOUR for lunch? Like, every day?' before they even got to the bit about the gym and the bonus scheme) and was significantly less scary than he'd been for the interviews, which is a good sign. I've even been invited to their Christmas party with a plus one, so I can take along Richie as a shield. It's black tie, so I hope I still fit into some of the Christmas Ball dresses from uni...
I've also spent a big chunk of the week at my parent's house; we stayed over to Wednesday night because Richie was working as a poll clerk in Ormskirk on Thursday and, you know, I work on Ormskirk so it made sense to sleep over. Plus, free tea. I ended up schlepping around on Thursday night to wait to pick Richie up (so more free tea) and then on Friday Grandad was visiting so wahey, free tea!
This weekend, however, I've been back in our flat. I'm going to miss this place, I'll admit, although not the neighbours or indeed Southport. I went shopping for new work clothes yesterday. Have they changed the specifications for shoe sizes? I'm still a size 5 in New Look but appear to be a size 4 everywhere else, which is weird. Also, I am aware my body shape has changed a little, bit seriously H&M, women have boobs and arses, please make your clothes fit them. Still, I think I've got everything I need, although if people would just invent a size 13 life would be a lot easier.
Today's task: starting the packing. Oh dear. Easier said than done, I think.
no subject
Date: 2012-11-18 04:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-19 01:11 am (UTC)