Alternative Title: Well Shit, Cock and Piss Flaps
So the interview went really really well.
I managed to find an alternative white shirt, black trouser, severe shoe combo that had me looking professional not porn starry...yey me!
However the shoes have caused my feet to mutate into some kind of blistered bloody stumps and have possibly also damaged my spine beyond repair - either that or my rampant cystitis has moved to my kidneys and my internal organs are currently undergoing massive shut down and I'll be dead by the end of the weekend... woo fucking hoo - either way I'm in some serious fucking pain here people!
My foolish foot attire choices aside, the interview was really good. The people were lovely, the environment was light and airy - at no point did I experience the air of impending death and decay as is present at so many of these nursing homes, the job itself seemed really interesting and I interviewed really well. They seemed to like me, I even had them laughing, which is always a good sign.
Unfortunately, even if they offer me the job, I am going to have to turn it down - but why Bex, I hear you cry, it sounds amazing and will get you out of the fly infested hell hole which currently holds sway over your bank account - well my lovelies...it comes down to one simple but increasingly buggering problem - the money.
They can't offer me enough to be able to meet my rent and bills, never mind any frivolities like food!.... I'm not even in a position to negotiate for more moolah... the caring professions have a notoriously low budget to play with and I would have to ask for a further 6k a year.... which is an astronomical amount for those poor bastards...so once again I am forced back to the seventh level of hell ....
Of course this has lead to another fight with the (not so) curly one about the state of our marriage and the monetary problems that we face as a couple....
Fuck the Pope
Sometimes I hate my life.
(and apparently I'm becoming more emo by the second - sorry about that)
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Both alliterative and indeed sinister....mostly just wanky self indulgence though
About Me
- The Pixie
- I am a contrary little blighter... An enigma wrapped in a mystery, covered in pastry... I don't like pastry... Frankly, I don't much care for most of the rest of the world either... but sometimes people are just the most wonderful thing ever... Like I said, I'm contrary!
3 comments:
That does suck but chin up something will turn up patience and persistence is the key to all this. Job hunting sucks big wang.
Bugger.
Sorry to hear about the angst and the agony.
But take heart in the fact that you still kicked significant arse in the interview, and that you now have a wardrobe which allows you to transform from porn star, to civilian, and back again.
If getting the perfect job was easy, everyone'd do it. You'll be fine kid, just keep dancing.
Emo is good, embrace the emo.
Well, not literally. Don't go hugging My Chemical Romance loving teenagers, you might catch something.
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