Ah, hot water from a tap!
Things are looking up. Finally the part has arrived for the boiler! Commando didn’t have time to completely fix it but he has managed to get the hot water going again. Yay! Stupid as it may seem, I spent half the evening washing up and running hot water to clean the kitchen and bathroom just because I could. Small things…
Mini Commando is looking much better. The antibiotics the walk in centre doctor prescribed seem to be working and the weeping sores on his head are scabbed over and healing. He says he feels better in himself too, the fluey, sick feelings have passed and he seems to be on the mend. Hopefully there will be no more sitting in the walk in centre for us.
Full of tat but Mac likes it
Celebrities seem to be dropping like flies at the moment. On the news this morning they stopped going on about Michael Jackson for long enough to announce that Patrick Swayze had succumbed to pancreatic cancer, which was sad. It wasn’t that I was his biggest fan or anything but I did see an interview with him a while ago talking about how he was determined to battle his illness and I kind of hoped for a miracle just because of his ballsy attitude. Not only that but Keith Floyd, the famous TV chef has died of a heart attack, personally I was more surprised it wasn’t alcohol related, the man always seemed to have a glass in his hand. I did quite like his cooking shows, back in the day, though and it made a change from the endless clips of Thriller. Continue reading
Do I really want to go back to the phones?
Another week another pound off. It seems a pound a week is becoming the norm, not that I’m moaning. Eleven stone nine is great. In fact it’s wonderful, two stone four pounds off since I started all this back in January. Thirty two pounds in thirty seven weeks is hardly setting the world on fire but there have been a few blips along the way and I’d probably have done a lot better if I’d not bothered with those silly fad diets I did, the cabbage soup, Atkins. They made me drop lots of pounds at the time but I put them all back on again quick smart. Oh well lessons learned and it is new territory each weigh in at the moment. Continue reading
Boiling kettles it is then
Sometimes it feels like I lurch from one disaster to another. Mini commando asked me to look at his head this morning because it itched and it hurt. There was a large red, weeping sore right on his crown, his blonde hair matted through it. Looking at it gave me a clenching feeling in the pit of my stomach. He may be a man now but he’s still my baby and it is somehow harder to see your child injured or in pain than to be that way yourself. He said he felt hot and unwell. Continue reading
He’d still be there now if it wasn’t for the biscuit
Today is Bard’s birthday, he’s twenty four! That makes me feel ancient! Really it doesn’t seem a moment ago I was tucking him up in his cot. Bard was my easy baby, he slept through the night from day one, actually sleeping is one of Bards best talents, I swear he could sleep standing on the bus. An uncharitable person would call him lazy, although he’s actually a very hard working lad, and there was a time when we despaired of him ever doing anything but laying on the floor gently kicking his legs. Continue reading
Mac sprayed me with disinfectant
Having a cold is good news for weight loss. Not so much for anything else. Everything tastes like cardboard and I really can’t be bothered eating. When the scales told me I’d lost another pound and was officially the lightest I’ve been for probably ten years I was jumping up and down inside but I couldn’t actually muster the energy to do it for real. Continue reading
Blasted cold germs
When I woke up this morning my head ached. The sky was steel grey, the weather dank and miserable, a sense of impending doom hung over me, although it could just have been the cold and damp. Continue reading
What have I done?
As I suspected I had a call from the Frenchman today, offering me the job. Typical, two job offers and both for jobs I really don’t want. The call came when I was in the office so Mac heard everything. Listening to other people’s private conversations is one of Mac’s favourite pastimes, he doesn’t even pretend he’s not listening in. The whole time I was lying through my teeth and saying I’d just this minute been offered my dream job and what a shame I would have to turn the Frenchman’s wonderful opportunity (to stand in West Quay trying to flog mobile phone contracts to people who thought I was a nutter) down, Mac was making faces at me.
The phone was hardly back on the cradle before Mac was sitting in the edge of my desk.
“The Mad House are advertising at the moment, you’d be brilliant at that.”
“A call centre! What gives you the idea I’d be brilliant in a call centre?”
“Well, you’re good at talking.”
“Yes, I learned at a very early age.”
“On the phone I mean, you have a lovely phone manner.”
“I worked in a call centre before. It was awful. I hated it.”
“It’s a good job though. I used to work there.”
“Really. The money’s great, lots of bonuses, great fun.”
“Right, great fun as in having pins stuck in your eyes while someone shouts at you down the phone. I don’t think so. You were a hairdresser once too and, before you start, I’m not doing that either.”
“The trouble with you is you’re just too picky,” and he flounced off in a huff.
When I got home I checked my emails in case one of the three million or so prospective employers I’d applied to had made any offers. The hairs actually stood up on my arms when I saw one from The Mad House. How spooky was that? For about a tenth of a second I thought Mac had applied in my name and then I read the email, apparently they had seen my CV on Monster.com and wanted me to apply. My finger hovered over the delete button. Memories of being chained to a headset, the pressure, the nasty customers, the beep as another call came through and the sick feeling it caused in the pit of my stomach. Call centres are awful places.
Still, it was a huge coincidence. I’m a great believer in fate and serendipity, maybe someone was trying to tell me something. In a moment of madness, before I could change my mind, I filled in the online application. I spent the whole afternoon in a cold sweat wondering if I’d made a terrible mistake.
Like one of those nodding dogs
While not having a driving lesson today was a bonus, one less chance to maim myself and anyone else in the vicinity, the relief was short lived because I had an interview instead. You win some you lose some then. The interview was with the marketing company Max told me about last week and I still had no idea what it was they were marketing, despite an extensive Google search. This didn’t really bode well because any company that doesn’t come up in a Google search is likely to be a fly by night outfit. Then again that could just be my opinion. Continue reading