Who else thinks the ways brains try and trip you up in life is wicked weird? I had a job interview today, and I was bricking it almost to the point of not going. Even though putting myself out there and getting some money in would properly save my day/arse. But once I got there I felt fine, the old dude behind the desk was ace. Had a deep yorkshire accent and a laugh that made friends. Then even the guy conducted the interview was nice, and kindly ignored the fact I’m a twat and can’t pronounce “specifically” while under pressure. All in all, I was ace enough to get through to the second round interviews, and the words “Tuesday at 2pm, assessment” are running riot in my headddddd.
I think in your life, you’re your own master of destiny. I’d love to believe in fate, really would. But it all comes to a point of you staring at the wall thinking “Yeah jobs will find me here.” that you have to buck your ideas up, don a suit and a fake I’m-in-love-with-everything-you’re-saying-right-now smile and just get the fuck on with life.
Having a good friend base always helps with confidence, does mine anyway. I’m lucky to know the most super, ace people in the history of super, ace people. And in my four/five months of need they’ve been there for me and I defo appreciate it. Also, new people you meet spur you on. I think it’s wicked weird how one day you meet someone through pure chance of it, then 3 weeks down the line you couldn’t possibly imagine your life without them in it.
I was thinking all this walking back from my interview, a nice leisurely 6 mile round trip, eating an apple in the sun. I also popped into the library, NO BUKOWSKI. I swear if it’s not “Mills and Boon” it doesn’t get a look in. You can’t get anything good out of our libraries. ”Dear Mr Council Man, Please give us some decent free literature to read, and I’ll mega love you forever. Thanks a bunch.”
Thus concurs my little trip.
Mama Cass died of choking on a ham sandwich she was only 32.
