Monday was a shit of a day. I was tired from the start and I got that email saying that I wasn't being asked to interview for the job that I'm presently temping in. And it's the first week where I'm working 3 nights in the pub (Monday, Wednesday and Friday) so I was 'on a double' as the boys say. Between jobs I got a phone call from Reed to tell me that I have got an interview for a position they had put me forward for on Friday. It's next Tuesday, it's in Southampton. OK, so I don't like to travel, but this is an admin position (which I can do) for a scientific company (my selected specialist subject) and they are shortly moving to Holborn, which will be easy for me to get to esp if I move where I'm hoping to move to. Well anyway I can't think of a nicer person to welcome them to London than a native with a smile, a flair for science and a go get 'em (bad) attitude? Well, we'll see how it goes.
I'm tired again today, I put aside last night for a snuggle up in front of a film and an early night. All the best laid plans and all that, Mark taught me how to play Magic the Gathering (it's a card game with life points etc.) It's addictive, I mean it. It's worse than crack. We played a few games, then "one more game," leading to "one more game," once more "last one then we should go to bed." By this time it's 1:20 and my brain was screaming at me to get some sleep. but I still tidied around the sink and smoked a joint before finally giving in to sleep. I don't feel too bad now, but tonight's going to hurt.
I've noticed wholesome hobbies sneaking up on me, there was a time when the best I could do was 'socialising' and 'travelling' now I can say I like outdoor pursuits and entomology and I can back them up with things I've actually done.
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