What A Nasty Piece Of Work Is Man: Thursday, The Bad Bits

[antipodienne]

Absolutely beastly day yesterday. Pride comes before a fall, I suppose. Employer's underling phoned me up. My first month's work at smashing new job was 'part of the interview process', apparently (possibly that's legal, through some crafty loophole or other; possibly not) and I 'do not have sufficient knowledge of FASHION LABELS to be the successful long-term applicant for the position'. Just think: if only I'd been one of the airhead set at school, I'd still have that job! Although, if I had been one of the airhead set at school, I'd be stuck in Perth, married to a City Boy type and occupying my time rearranging the flowers in the hallway and organising dinner parties for my husband's slimy business associates. I love the smell of irony in the morning. Back to the CV drawing board. Yuck. Next time I see you, Mark, bring your pointy sticks along. I wish to use them on Certain HR People. Oh yes.

Further issues also, related to me Not Being A Happy Little Vegemite, No Really at the moment. But I shall not bother the general populace with those.