Hmmmm
How can the face associated with Pensive be smiling? Weird.
interview went well. maybe too well. I'm paranoid about it now; the last two job interviews i had were *awful*. Nasty panel, shitty questions, general feeling of dread upon leaving, yada yada yada. Still, didn't stop me from getting the job. So this one, well it was ok, nothing fantastic about it, but left feeling quite positive. We'll see. The car driving thing turned out to not be an issue at all, as all the site visits I would have to do would involve going round london and using public transport. Cool. Anyway should find out early next week, and then, if they want me (and frankly, why wouldn't they?) I have to decided whether I jack it in here and spent 3-4 hours a day travelling to and from work, or what I can get out of this place to meake me stay.
Still, now that's all over with I can think about my session with the tattooist. 1 week 6 days to go. I need to get as much running done in that time as I've really let all that slip (apart from the little bit of yoga and weights I'm doing) and I think I've already noticed the fact I'm not doing so much as I was. Plus I think I'm actually missing going running. I think I really want to start going to bed earlier and getting up at 7 and going straight out for a run in the morning. Can you imagine just getting up, pulling on some lycra, stepping out into the gorgeous morning sun and running along the beach for 20 minutes? Glorious. Mind you there's not way i'd be able to do that if I was working in London. :(
And I'm fed up with Dawson's creek. How can the writers be *so* bad? How can they get it *so* wrong???? Why do I care so much? And why do I get so fucking sloppy over silly TV romances when romance is the farthest thing from my *own* mind?
interview went well. maybe too well. I'm paranoid about it now; the last two job interviews i had were *awful*. Nasty panel, shitty questions, general feeling of dread upon leaving, yada yada yada. Still, didn't stop me from getting the job. So this one, well it was ok, nothing fantastic about it, but left feeling quite positive. We'll see. The car driving thing turned out to not be an issue at all, as all the site visits I would have to do would involve going round london and using public transport. Cool. Anyway should find out early next week, and then, if they want me (and frankly, why wouldn't they?) I have to decided whether I jack it in here and spent 3-4 hours a day travelling to and from work, or what I can get out of this place to meake me stay.
Still, now that's all over with I can think about my session with the tattooist. 1 week 6 days to go. I need to get as much running done in that time as I've really let all that slip (apart from the little bit of yoga and weights I'm doing) and I think I've already noticed the fact I'm not doing so much as I was. Plus I think I'm actually missing going running. I think I really want to start going to bed earlier and getting up at 7 and going straight out for a run in the morning. Can you imagine just getting up, pulling on some lycra, stepping out into the gorgeous morning sun and running along the beach for 20 minutes? Glorious. Mind you there's not way i'd be able to do that if I was working in London. :(
And I'm fed up with Dawson's creek. How can the writers be *so* bad? How can they get it *so* wrong???? Why do I care so much? And why do I get so fucking sloppy over silly TV romances when romance is the farthest thing from my *own* mind?