Flighty, Fickle and Fanciful ...

Oh I so wet myself laughing at this!!

Mine of course smell of Roses

Whilst very inebriated last Thursday night my friend Nick showed me this - I thought I was dreaming at first (I had consumed some quantity of real ale at the time) So I thought in light of the fact I am INCREDIBLY pissed off, I would have a quick scrummage around YouTube.

No I wasn't dreaming ...

Well I've spent the afternoon with the people of Intercontinental Hotels Group - and deem them good people.

It doesn't make up for the fact I've just had a call to say that I didn't get the job. Apparently at the age of 39 I don't have enough experience!!

Ho hum ...

While I was out I also received numerous emails saying 'sorry at this time you are not what we are looking for'

To top this - in the post on the door mat was a letter from my former employers.

The first line says.

I am writing to confirm receipt of your resignation and would like to accept it on behalf of British Gas.

I did not FUCKING RESIGN! Remember you sacked me you bastards for failing to meet your ridiculous quotas.

I have phoned and written to raised this as an issue!

Because thanks to that badly worded letter I am unable to claim Job Seekers Allowance.

I am not a happy puppy.

Thank goodness that The Blueberry Jam is happening tonight, I shall get pissed, play percussion and if the punters are really unfortunate I may yet have to sing.

Ah Shit for the second time today......

Crivens help ma Bob!

OOOOH Bugger!

I am sitting here with a sinking feeling in my stomach, my legs have turned to jelly, I should be somewhere else - like in the bath or summat.

I can't move - I'm a bag of nerves.

Why? Because today I have to go and be grilled like a kipper for FOUR FEKKIN' HOURS.

I have an interview.

I am soiling my pants with nerves.

I do not like interviews, especially where I have to give a 'sales' presentation.

I feel unprepared.

AAARRRRGHH!

Ah Shit!