pole vault hunger strike
There are still a few weeks of summer, but autumn arrived about four this morning with a great gust of wind that flapped my bedroom curtains and blew the bins down the street. There's a change in the air.
I have a job interview next Monday. Corporate services manager in a small not-for-profit. Very much my wheelhouse. Fingers crossed.
Of course, with that organised yesterday, New Me rang from Old Work today. Could I - maybe - perhaps - spare them a little time? They are looking for an accounts payable clerk here in the City by the Sea, but their interviews in January didn't find anyone suitable. Or rather, they did, but the person they found wanted to more than the part-time hours they were offering. So they're starting again, and in the meantime there is no-one to pay the bills. Or rather, there is - there are three other accounts payable clerks in the other offices - but one has only been there for two weeks, one is on extended sick leave, and the other is therefore doing quite a lot of extra work. New Me was very apologetic - this is so far beneath you, and we could only pay you the accounts clerk rate - and I agreed to come in tomorrow to see what needs doing. I think it will only be a few hours a week, for a month, just to give them time to find someone, which would be manageable even if this job interview works out. Which I hope it does.
This is the least successful resignation ever.
I've been watching some of the Winter Olympics. Today one of the snowboard commentators said, "As we say in snowboarding, he's one of the best men on a board going around." Honestly, commentator, how am I to understand technical jargon like that?
Watching the Olympics has also exposed me to the advertising they put on during the day. A lot of income protection insurance and funeral insurance ads. There's one where a couple are packing to go on holiday - as in, loading bags in the car - when the wife decides that they simply must talk about income protection insurance and sign up RIGHT NOW. Before they go on holiday. What's she planning?
And then today there was one where a couple was sitting on their couch and the husband wanted to talk about funeral insurance and the wife said that was a good idea, let's look into it tomorrow, and he was all, no, let's sign up RIGHT NOW. Because you never know when you might need funeral insurance. Maybe we'll need it tomorrow!
There must be a less sinister way of advertising insurance.
I have a job interview next Monday. Corporate services manager in a small not-for-profit. Very much my wheelhouse. Fingers crossed.
Of course, with that organised yesterday, New Me rang from Old Work today. Could I - maybe - perhaps - spare them a little time? They are looking for an accounts payable clerk here in the City by the Sea, but their interviews in January didn't find anyone suitable. Or rather, they did, but the person they found wanted to more than the part-time hours they were offering. So they're starting again, and in the meantime there is no-one to pay the bills. Or rather, there is - there are three other accounts payable clerks in the other offices - but one has only been there for two weeks, one is on extended sick leave, and the other is therefore doing quite a lot of extra work. New Me was very apologetic - this is so far beneath you, and we could only pay you the accounts clerk rate - and I agreed to come in tomorrow to see what needs doing. I think it will only be a few hours a week, for a month, just to give them time to find someone, which would be manageable even if this job interview works out. Which I hope it does.
This is the least successful resignation ever.
I've been watching some of the Winter Olympics. Today one of the snowboard commentators said, "As we say in snowboarding, he's one of the best men on a board going around." Honestly, commentator, how am I to understand technical jargon like that?
Watching the Olympics has also exposed me to the advertising they put on during the day. A lot of income protection insurance and funeral insurance ads. There's one where a couple are packing to go on holiday - as in, loading bags in the car - when the wife decides that they simply must talk about income protection insurance and sign up RIGHT NOW. Before they go on holiday. What's she planning?
And then today there was one where a couple was sitting on their couch and the husband wanted to talk about funeral insurance and the wife said that was a good idea, let's look into it tomorrow, and he was all, no, let's sign up RIGHT NOW. Because you never know when you might need funeral insurance. Maybe we'll need it tomorrow!
There must be a less sinister way of advertising insurance.