It was a bit of a pain getting up The Big Hill this morning to get to my bank manager meeting. After such a lovely spring day yesterday, today we have snow. Luckily not as bad as the snow we had in February but it still made trudging up the hill hard work. By the time I got to the bank I was red in the face and puffing like an octogenarian asthma sufferer with a chest cold. I imagine I burned a fair few calories though. Continue reading
Despite what Jolie said about the job being mine if I wanted it I was a bundle of nerves this morning. I laid out my smartest suit last night, once Commando goes to bed I can’t go back into the bedroom so I always have to get everything ready the night before, but I made the mistake of not trying it on. I’ve been mainly living in leggings, track suit bottoms and my pyjamas so it was a bit of a shock to find my suit trousers hanging off me, barely staying up. I had to waste precious time searching around for a belt which didn’t really help the nerves, especially when I couldn’t find one. In the end I had to walk up the Big Hill with one hand in my pocket to stop my trousers ending up round my ankles and buy one in Peacocks on my way to the New Beginnings office. I know I shouldn’t complain, I’ve been desperate to lose weight for so long and, despite the numbers on the scales dropping, I didn’t think I was getting much smaller until I put those trousers on today. Continue reading
Jolie called me this morning. I’ve met her a couple of times at Joes and she’s always seemed very nice. She certainly sounded very friendly.
“Joseph tells me you might be interested in the receptionist job,” she got straight to the point. “He did tell you it’s part time and only temporary didn’t he? Only I know what he’s like, he only ever listens to half of what I say, and I don’t want to waste your time.” Continue reading
I finally got round to calling Joe today.
“Baaaybiee,” he shrieked, nearly bursting my ear drum, “where have you been? I’ve been frantic.”
Joe is my favourite rep, he’s a total drama queen who loves nothing better than being the centre of attention. It makes him a great rep and all the agents adore him. The agents all fall for his dark, boyish good looks, both the girls and the boys and he plays up to it shamelessly. He flirts with all the girls who have no idea that’s he’s about as interested in them as he is in plucking out his body hair (he is probably the hairiest man I know, I’ve shared a room with him) and he also flirts with all the boys. He is interested in them and I don’t mean in terms of going to the football. Continue reading
The last week has been spent frantically networking. I’ve emailed everyone in my contacts list letting them know I’m looking for a new job. I’ve been scouring the Internet for jobs in the travel industry but there’s hardly anything out there which is a worry. Over the last year I’ve spent an awful lot of time dealing with agency closures, sometimes double figures in one day, so it’s not that much of a shock to be honest. The industry is in free fall. All I can hope is that one of my ‘contacts in high places’ comes up with something. Continue reading