Two for the Road

Long time between posts. I have been struggling to find words I suppose. Things have been fine though in the grand scheme of things. I will probably find out tomorrow if I have the big job opportunity I've been waiting for. So fingers crossed on that. Working at DJ's (despite my initial commentary about how much I wanted/needed/HAD to get the job there) is starting to do my head in. I need something more, with a better future and more opportunity to build a career. Tomorrow could be the start of that for me, so we'll see won't we. I don't tend to have the best luck in the world though so I'm not holding my breath. Blue is not really my colour.

In what must have been a day of karmic quarrelling with the universe for me (for reasons I'm not yet sure of) a bird attacked me yesterday. Apparently I must have looked threatening (well.. I do like eggs.. and it was breakfast time..) and a devilish looking murray magpie swooped down and beat my eye socket with its wings momentarily; or it may have been attempting a snatch and grab - beak versus eyeball. It was rather unfortunate and I let out quite a loud expletive on the street once I'd realised what had happened. Not my usual style.

A few hours later when I was preparing for an interview, the one I wasn't particularly excited about because any idiot could do the job, I managed to somehow drop my toothbrush which proceeded to do a barrel roll down my emerald green jacket. The word irritation would be putting it mildly. Fortunately for me (since all my 'dressy' clothes are at mums whilst we're holed up at the out-laws place) I managed to sponge off the suspiscious looking white stains and proceed forthwith.

If I DON'T get offered a job at DJ's then I will be absolutely convinced forevermore that I am an unemployable moron all of a sudden. It's not like everyone that was in the group interview was borderline retarded, but there were certainly a few that conjured up the words 'mildly autistic' in me. Amongst the normal handful though, I seem to have procured myself a potential new friend. An Irish lassie (I can say lassie cos.. well.. she's Irish, and it seems somehow appropriate to use vocabulary that I have never before been privy to!)  was the person I lobbed myself next to while we were waiting to be lead like cattle into the interview room. She has lived in Australia for 2 months with her husband and can't find a job and henceforth probably knows no one, so I handballed her my mobile phone number and suggested we have a coffee sometime, saying I know how tough it must be being in a new country and not knowing anyone (I don't actually...know how tough that would be...but you can imagine). I feel somewhat guilty about the ulterior motive I had, in that I have so few female friends of my own and I saw her as an easy mark to make a new one. I think she'd probably feel rightfully jipped if she knew the one normal girl in Adelaide that for some inexplicable reason doesn't have a whole gaggle of girlfriends to welcome her into the fold, happened to be the one to "pick her up" so to speak, in the dank hallway in the inner depths of a department store. Oh well, who knows, maybe she'll end up being my best friend. One can only hope.

Only up to what feels like day 3589 of unemployment. It really is quite a shame that it had to stop feeling fun and breezy being jobless. I'd far prefer to be back in those days in the begining where I felt like I was just on holidays, footloose and fancy free. I now feel like I'm becoming one of those bitter welfare cheats who hates the world and feels completely useless.. well, to be fair, I have one use.. if chocolate eating really constitutes a "use" that is. In reality I'm just heading into two months of my "forced holidays". It'd be okay if the money wasn't starting to dry up. The only thing I dare treat myself to is chocolate covered marshmallows (by the truck load), I even joined a LIBRARY today. Can you imagine it?? Reading USED books with other peoples dinner stains and sneezes all over the pages. Never thought I'd see the day.

I'm still pondering on how my wedding caused my demise. Did I seriously get laid off because I'm getting married? Well, yes. That and the fact that my boss was (and IS) a manipulative, scheming, fat, jealous, barren, whorebag.

I've got an interview tomorrow for a job in retail. You can imagine my enthusiasm. Not. (Oh how 90's of me.. I created a sentence out of the word "not"!). I'm only going because it might be an opportunity to get an interim job before someone realises my (not very) hidden potential and snaffles me up.

Mum is convinced I'm destined for greater things (that's mums for you). She thinks I should apply for senior executive positions even though I'm not at all qualified or even remotely experienced, just because she's convinced I can "do anything" and that as soon as they "see me" they will want to hire me on the spot. Talk about blind optimism. It'd be cute if it wasn't somewhat irritating.