After my Wii fit jogging, to earn some Marrakech miles, I weighed in. Unbelievably I’ve lost 2.4 pounds. For me that is a huge loss and I wonder how much of it is down to the motivation of those Marrakech miles? There’s just under a pound to shed now for my next target of being in the 9’s. I can hardly believe it’s possible, it’s so much more than I ever dared to hope back in January 2009. Continue reading
The morning was dark and dull in Southampton today and rain was forecast. Still, I told myself I got wet on the walk home last night so I might as well get wet on the way back in. In the end I made it to the office just before the rain really started so I was damp rather than wet. Once in a while luck is on my side. Continue reading
About an hour before lunch time Maddie told me to log off. It was time for my one to one. My heart was in my mouth as I followed her to the pod with glass walls and a glass door so everyone can see you in there. I’m pretty sure my legs were shaking. Continue reading
The storm yesterday afternoon made the news. Apparently the winds were more then forty miles an hour. Six sailors had to be rescued from the Solent when they got caught in it. Just up the road in Romsey there was a mini tornado. The power cuts I knew about already. It turns out a tree came down onto a power line near Marwell Zoo which was why half of Winchester had no power. Continue reading
Not long after lunch Philo turned up with the car he’d found for me. Truthfully, I didn’t know what to expect. On the phone he’d said it was a Daewoo Matiz but that meant nothing to me, you could write what I know about cars on the back of a postage stamp and still have room to draw a picture. The first thing I noticed was that it was silver. Silver is good. Had it been orange, lime green or pink I wouldn’t have been interested but silver, cream, white, blue (as long as it wasn’t pale blue) or, best of all black was fine. Shallow? You bet but, as colour is about the only thing I do notice about cars, it was the most important thing to me. Continue reading
Finally all the washing is done, dried and put away and the house is looking normal again. Of course, as soon as everything was done and I stopped dashing about, I started worrying about the job issue. One more week and I would be officially on the dole. This was not a happy prospect. Continue reading
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
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.
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
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