Firstly something for Keith. The difference between ‘work makeup’ and getting ‘dolled up’. I did actually take a pic completely makeup less and then felt too embarrassed for it to go up. Admittedly I’m exhausted atm so I look more shitty than normal but still, don’t want to scare any of the readers away so...
Anyway onto the blog, I said I was exhausted. It’s been a long week. To be honest Monday took it out of me; I was ready for the weekend then.
Monday was my interview for the role of Business Manager – a full day 12:30 -7pm of psychometric tests, presentations, formal interviews, informal interviews, group exercise and NO food. (This is a massive deal because those of you that know me well will know I graze constantly over the day and normally have a Mary Poppins bag of food – not eating for 6 and a half hours is agonising) - I was exhausted. At the end of it all they offered me the job. I was thrilled, until they added the extra little detail that despite telling me the job was in Liverpool and that it was fine I wasn’t willing to relocate; that taking the job would mean at least 6 months in London, more likely at least 9. When I asked about relocation they said; 9 months isn’t permanent though so it’s not relocating. Now maybe I’m being a drama queen here but 9 months is a long time. It’s the time it takes for a full person to grow from a single cell. Never mind the fact London does not appeal to me in the slightest. Over-priced, over-populated, over-rated. So – the hunt for something more permanent then my current job continues. On the bright side, I know what I’m capable of now. Managerial roles are within my reach so I can start applying to more.
I also think this week is going slow because next week brings the big move. I feel like I’ve been waiting for this for an age, I'm so excited. I was always excited to move into the flat in town; but that was different. That was the excitement of moving in for the first time officially, and a swanky town flat. This place isn’t as fancy; it doesn’t have spiral staircases, modern renovation. It’s more ‘homey’ than high tech. Don’t get me wrong I loved the flat to pieces and I still miss it but this feels different. Being around everyone. Being walking distance from friends. Being walking distance from the Ferndale! I don’t care how sad that sounds, it makes me happy. Or maybe I’m just easily pleased. I mean, show me a picture of a bunny and it makes me happy.
(Incidently anyone... but namely Lyon's and Le Noble.... bunnies must be cute, furry, convential type rabbits for happiness so occur.)
Regardless, I’m happy. That’s whats important right?
The only niggling thing now is I'm hoping moving to Waterloo won't bring increased drama. There's a lot of people there I don't get on with. Well actually, not 'a lot'; two or three. But they seem to constantly crop up and every time I talk to friends I get an update on what's been said about me, the latest rumours. You know what; I don't care. I don't like loosing friends and I'm pretty reasonable about giving people second (third, forth fifth) chances; so if I have fallen out with you - the chances are you've done something major. This means I don't want to know you. Don't want to know what's going on in your life. Don't want to know what you're saying about me; whether it's true or bullshit. Don't even want to listen to your 'friends' slagging you off to me. Just full on not interested in your existence. Harsh maybe, but fuck it, I've got more important things to worry about.
And on that bombshell I'mma love you and leave you - I've got this to contend with!
.... and this is only a tiny fraction of the stuff :'(
The only niggling thing now is I'm hoping moving to Waterloo won't bring increased drama. There's a lot of people there I don't get on with. Well actually, not 'a lot'; two or three. But they seem to constantly crop up and every time I talk to friends I get an update on what's been said about me, the latest rumours. You know what; I don't care. I don't like loosing friends and I'm pretty reasonable about giving people second (third, forth fifth) chances; so if I have fallen out with you - the chances are you've done something major. This means I don't want to know you. Don't want to know what's going on in your life. Don't want to know what you're saying about me; whether it's true or bullshit. Don't even want to listen to your 'friends' slagging you off to me. Just full on not interested in your existence. Harsh maybe, but fuck it, I've got more important things to worry about.
And on that bombshell I'mma love you and leave you - I've got this to contend with!
.... and this is only a tiny fraction of the stuff :'(
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