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Wholly Unjustifiable

I did send a diary entry home the other day from work. Sadly, my Outlook at home wouldn’t open for whatever reason and I couldn’t be arsed restarting the computer, and so the plethora of loveliness planned for Tuesday has been shelved.

I was thinking about something I saw on this girl’s Facebook status. So many celebrities are dying at the moment. I instantly thought “well, saves me doing it,” until I cast my mind back. Heath Ledger was probably the big one recently, as he’s actually famous. And this is a shame – though mainly because I thought The Dark Knight would be in jeopardy. It isn’t, I breathed a sigh of relief. But thinking about it, he was a talented actor. The films I’ve seen with him as a star have been… well, some have been shite, but he’s always played a good part. And this is the reason that it’s a shame – Britney Spears, Hugh Grant and Tom Cruise are still very much alive. Fate is a cruel mistress.

Oh, and Jeremy Beadle died yesterday. Cue tumbleweed.

It’s been a weird week. Saturday was fantastic. It was one I didn’t have to work, so that was nice. I didn’t really do much during the day, though I did get a comic done, almost. 2 thirds.

The evening saw Hannah’s leaving party – sadly the funnest person in Worcester has left uni and vacated the city also. The party was fantastic though, a real good time. Wasn’t too big, mind. Myself, Sofi and Daniel, who left early, the cunt, plus two friends of friends Janni and Kat… who were both supremely fit. There were others at one point, I remember – one girl had a DINOSAUR COMICS t-shirt on, bringing about the first conversation I’ve had with a complete stranger about webcomic attire. Well mint.

Woke up Sunday afternoon feeling somewhat pained in the head, but continued doing the comic, and to my intense happiness I managed to finish two strips in that one day. One was already two thirds done, admittedly, but still, I was rather chuffed. I have to do tomorrow’s comic when I get home this evening, but I’m leaving at 4 anyway due to an hour lunchtime I had to work through once.

Monday. I can’t remember if anything happened on Monday. Tuesday I went round to see Niina. I ended up seeing her, her housemates and two incredibly beautiful young ladies (one of whom joined me in the token English person camp), where we smoked, drank wine, and smoked other things in Sandra’s room until I became incredibly paralysed and nauseous thanks to the… other things and I had to go home. Fucking mint night though. Seriously, Matt from work begs me to invite him to a party, all the stories I tell. Cos Ryan: Party Liaison. Ha ha.

Yesterday I went down to the churchyard with Niina for the first time in ages. I realised why there was the absence. I was shivering by the time we called it a night, it was so damn cold. No warming beer liquid either, though there was a bit of the other thing, which I didn’t overdo this time. Christ, I won’t be doing that again in a good long while.

Aaaaand… today I have a job interview. It’s weird, I’ve not been looking. I just absent-mindedly uploaded my CV to Fish4Jobs.co.uk a month or so ago, and yesterday a recruitment agency asking me to come to an interview today. That’s really nice. The job itself is in Droitwich, a good 10 minutes away by train, plus around 10 minutes walk each side of the train station. I’m not sure if I like the idea of going to Droitwich every damn day, but we’ll see. My interview is at 2pm, and that’s in Worcester. I’ll add to this entry after the event, a post-interview analysis if you will.

To be fair, it’d be nice to get the job; it’s office/call centre based, which I’ve done before and am comfortable with, and the starting salary is between £15 and £16,000 per year, experience depending. I wouldn’t mind the lowest estimate, to be fair; currently I’m earning £13,100. I still may not take it – I’m still on my probation here and I’ve not been here for a year (half that in fact), and I like to have both under my belt before I look elsewhere. I think I sounded alright on the phone though yesterday; they asked me why I was looking for other work despite the six month employment and I just said there were no progression opportunities here. Thought I blagged that quite well.

It’s 20 past one, and I’m setting off to find the agency in about 10 minutes, when Matt gets back from his lunch. Just occurred to me… if they’re an agency, it’ll probably only be on a temporary contract to start off. I’m not sure if I want to leave security for… er… non-security. First question to ask, I think.

Anyway, until then…

3pm

…Which is now, apparently. The interview was shite. Some woman called Arlene interviewed me for about 20 minutes, standard interview fare. Except it wasn’t for a job, it was for the agency to ascertain whether I should be put forward for the job. Which blows. If I’m offered an interview, I am not going to take it. Yes, it’s more money, but with Acacia taking a cut of my wage as a finder’s fee, as well as the travel costs, it ain’t gonna be worth it. To be fair though, Arlene was pretty damn fine for a (I estimate here) 45 year old. Christ, I certainly would. She did mention that she had an 18 year old daughter. Holy hell, if she has her mum’s genes she is a girl I would like to meet. So yeah, at least something positive came out of it.

I’ll be damned if I ain’t leaving at 4 today. I am not up for working today. But… I haven’t had a lead in ages. Which doesn’t stand me in good stead for anything really, least of all a reference should I take this bleeding job. From next week, I will try my damnedest. And see where that gets me. Today though… not so much. Meh. Sometimes I just can’t be arsed.

Maybe I should be thankful that I have a job that allows me such feelings. Hmmm.

posted by Cos Ryan @ 8:08 PM