27 August 2009 – job opportunity

Yet another job application

Yet another job application

“Sweets, a marketing job has just come in. Sounds right up your street,” Mac said. “Put the kettle on and I’ll print it off for you.” Continue reading

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24 August 2009 – bridges well and truly burnt

Burning my bridges

Burning my bridges

Another pound down this week. Two would have been nicer but I’m not complaining. There wasn’t much time for celebrating though because I was working in Gosport so everything was a bit of a rush, especially as I have to make a decent lunch to take with me. When I’m working in the village I can eat at home and I leave later so I have a more relaxed morning. There was no opportunity for personal job hunting either. Mind you I feel as if I’ve exhausted every avenue, I’ve applied for so many jobs and short of applying for the same ones again there isn’t much more I could do. Working in Gosport all day just made me more determined though, I really couldn’t stand that horrible atmosphere every day. Continue reading

20 August 2009 – why do there have to be so many roundabouts?

All about roundabouts

All about roundabouts

Mike made me drive to Gosport today because I’d been telling him about the job offer and he thought it would be a good idea. It wasn’t too bad to start with, driving up through the village knowing I didn’t have to face Shirley High Street at least. Then I had to merge into the traffic on the bypass which was a bit scary. Luckily it wasn’t very busy but I kept thinking how different it would be in the rush hour. The next part was ok, it’s basically just a long straight road and, with Mike telling me which lane to get in, I only had to worry about going forward and Mike’s constant reminders to keep my speed up and go with the flow of the traffic. Personally I prefer to drive like a little old lady and let everyone else go past. Continue reading

19 August 2009 – trying not to burn bridges

A coffee in the sun and a question I don't want to answer

A coffee in the sun and a question I don’t want to answer

Jolie asked me to work in the Gosport office again today. I suppose I should be glad of the extra money, especially as I’m not sure where it’s going to come from after the end of September. That office is so bitchy though, I have to spend the whole time with my head down trying to pretend I’m somewhere else. Today there was the added awkwardness of the job offer hanging in the air too.
“Have you thought any more about my offer?” Jolie asked when we had our coffee break.
We were sitting in the little triangular yard at the back of the office getting a little sun, just Jolie and I. There were only four of us in the office and the other two had gone out the front to smoke. She probably didn’t want to mention it in front of them. I’m not sure they even knew about it.
“To be honest, I’m not sure about the travelling,” I said. I know I should just have said no and had done with it but I was afraid to completely burn my bridges in case I couldn’t get anything else.
“You’re still taking your driving lessons though, aren’t you?”
“Yes, but I think it’s going to be a while before I’m ready for my test.”
“It’s no trouble for me to pick you up and drop you back anyway. No pressure, just let me know when you’ve decided.”

18 August 2009 – emergency in the supermarket

Suddenly Mc had disappeared

Suddenly Mac had disappeared

This morning I had a telephone interview for the ticket office job. They phoned me at the office and it didn’t help that Mac was pulling faces at me the whole way through it. Even so, it felt like I did well but Martin, the interviewer, seemed to think I was a bit over qualified. Better that than under qualified I said.

“The worry is you might be bored. It’s not a very challenging job.” As long as they paid me I couldn’t care less if I’m bored but I didn’t say that of course. Anyhow, they’re going to keep me on file in case something more suitable comes along. They may have some managerial posts coming up in Croydon in a few months although quite how I’d get there remains to be seen. I guess there’d be free train travel but a few months is a long time with no money coming in so I’m not banking on it. ┬áHe’s probably right about the boredom, it’s not my dream job but right now any job would be good.

Mac drove me down to the village when I finished work because he wanted to go shopping. I tried to talk him into walking but he wasn’t having any of it.
“Why would I want to do that when I have a perfectly good car?” he pouted.
“Exercise?” I suggested. “You know that stuff you pay all the money to your fancy gym for but never actually go and do. You can get that for free just walking.”
“But I can’t watch all the hunky men sweating over the weights walking can I? Besides, I’m not wearing the right shoes.”
That man has an answer for everything.

I had a few things to pick up myself so I walked round Sainsbury’s with him. He spent ages looking at the cakes and I had to drag him away in the end. Even then I had to remind him of the shirt button incident to get him to move away from them. Eventually we made it to the tills. There was quite a queue because there were only three open. We stood there, inching forward and chatting about nothing in particular. I looked away for a moment and when I turned back he was gone. He can move like lightening when he wants to. I looked around puzzled, wondering what he was up to and sneakingly suspicious that he’d gone back for cakes. Then I spotted him standing in a far longer queue at the other end of the shop. I gave him a what are you playing at look and he pulled face and nodded towards the cashier at the checkout I was standing at.

My queue was moving exceedingly slowly but I still couldn’t understand why he’d go right to the other end of the shop, especially as it was the longest line of the three. I looked over at him again and frowned but he just nodded at my cashier again and shuddered. At that moment my queue inched forward again and I suddenly understood. The cashier at my checkout was one of the regular staff, the one with the crippled hand. Mac had obviously spotted this and run away in terror. To my shame I actually started laughing. Not at the crippled cashier I hasten to add, at Mac and his totally unreasonable phobia of anyone with anything wrong with them. Did he think his own hand was going to suddenly wither and become useless just from standing there?

When I finally got to the front of my queue I was still fighting the urge to giggle uncontrollably, especially as Mac was still about four people away from the front of his. The checkout lady didn’t seem like her normal cheerful self for some reason and at first I thought it was because she’d seen me laughing and thought it was at her. She was painfully slow putting my few items though the till though and she looked a little odd, sort of spaced out. I spoke to her but she hardly seemed to notice. When I gave her my Nectar card she just took it and looked at it for a moment like she didn’t know what it was. As I gave her the money I asked, “are you Ok? You don’t look well.”
She looked at me blankly again then slowly said, “I don’t feel good. I fell off my chair earlier and hit my head.”
Suddenly I didn’t feel like laughing any more. She was very pale and looked like she was going to pass out. I tried to beckon Mac over so I could get him to go and get someone to help. He just shook his head. Reluctantly, I left the cashier to her own devices and went up to the help desk to tell them what had happened and ask them to get some help. I think the poor woman had concussion. I don’t think I even picked up my change.

17 August 2009 – the joy of eleven!

Yay for the number eleven on the scales!

Yay for the number eleven on the scales!

Today eleven is the magic number. In fact it’s my favourite number. I weighed in, not really expecting much, despite the not eating because of all the worry thing that’s been going on ever since Commando found out about the possible redundancy. After all, it didn’t do me much good last week when I stayed the same. In my head I had this feeling that I’d always be stuck at twelve stone something. The little foray into the eleven back at the end of May had to be some kind of fluke didn’t it? Continue reading

13 August 2009 – good news, then again…

Like a rabbit in a cage full of foxes

Like a rabbit in a cage full of foxes

There were no jobs worth applying for today, not one. If I can’t find anything even vaguely suitable when I work for a recruitment agency what hope is there, especially as both Mac and I are devoting more man hours to searching for me than we are for all our other clients put together? Mac kept helpfully suggesting totally unsuitable jobs he’d found. Continue reading

12 August 2009 – I think I’d rather be a traffic warden

Mac is trying to talk me into a call centre job

Mac is trying to talk me into a call centre job

Today was mostly about job hunting. Mac went through my CV with me and we made a few changes. Apparently I’ve been assistant manager of this office for the last four months. I sent off a few applications but not for anything I really want. There are no travel jobs whatsoever and that’s really what I want to be doing. The closest thing I found was working in the ticket office at the railway station, I applied, it is travel, kind of, and maybe I’d get free train tickets. Continue reading

10 August – yet more bad news, will it ever end?

A bombshell I could have done without!

A bombshell I could have done without!

Despite all the not being able to eat over the last few days I haven’t lost an ounce this week. As if that wasn’t bad enough when I got to work today Jolie was in the office with Mac. They both looked at each other guiltily when I walked in. At first I thought she was there because she wanted me to work in Gosport again and they were looking so shifty because they were talking about me and plotting. Every time Jolie wants me to work in Gosport she and Mac end up having a row about it because Mac says he can’t spare me and she tells him she’s the boss, then he sulks. He looked pretty sulky as it happened. Continue reading