Happy Monday

After a lot of tooing and froing about what we want to do this weekend, we compromised and spent Saturday lounging around then on to Chelmsford on Saturday night to get truly wasted with Dave and Jadey. Then spent Sunday lounging around again and watching a stupid amount of football. I think it worked out pretty even and plenty of Sailor Jerry's Rum!

I heard back from the job at the SEB last week, I didn't get it. My feedback was good the interviewer liked me, blah blah bollocky blah. She was concerned that some of the members are condescending and it might offend me, and that's why she decided to give it to someone else. Well she's right, it would have pissed me off if they were shitty to me, but she's pissed me off even more by giving me such a, frankly shit, reason for not giving e the job. Well fuck her, fuck the SEB and I really hope that the person she did go with finds a new job and buggers off after the initial 'getting to know the team' period that was so important to the precious organisation and they have to start all over again. Sorry, rant over. I just worked really hard on that one and spent £30 on a train ticket that I won't get back and had to take time off work to fill in the forms and get to the interview. Sorry, I did say rant over then launched back into it didn't I?

I'll move on, the next one is a position in the firm I'm currently with but it's a reception role. It would be good to have some stability in my employment, even if it's not an ideal role. I want to get a mortgage and the banks aren't keen on giving them to people that don't have a permanent job and a proper job here will give me good experience to get a job when we move to Swansea-did you know that 33% of people employed there are employed int he public sector? No, neither did I, but they are.

Wow, it looks to me like I'm really thinking ahead here. I'm accepting that I have to grow up and I'm planning for it. We've set a date too, it's 11/06/11 that gives us about 18 months to get everything sorted. We were trying to decide on a song for our first dance last night, but couldn't. I suggested 'songbird' by Oasis, Mark flatly refused. He suggested Simon & Garfunkel, I laughed. "What about 'Something'" says I-he countered with 'Oh Darling' I'm afraid I don't want a McCartney song. So Mark suggests 'Say Say Say' I know he's taking the piss so I tell him that I want 'November Rain'. In the end we settled for Agadoo-I hope he wasn't serious because if he was I think I'll just dump him.