Monday, bloody Monday

Here we are, back in Norfolk, and tired. I’m in a strange place, stuck between flying back from Edinburgh last night, getting ready for work tonight, and thinking about my interview at the pub tomorrow. The trip to Scotland was much more relaxed than last time. Back in the Spring I just sat on my fat arse getting drunk and sampling local delicacies. Lots of local delicacies. This time I was more of a tourist and traveled about a lot. I’ll tell you more about it later, when I’m not sat next to a pile of ironing and some shoe polish.
I had to rush out and buy a suit today. Since losing weight, the only posh clothes that fit me are my work uniform, and I don’t think I should turn up for an interview in my work clothes.
I’m very nervous about tomorrow, but also strangely confident. I’m not expecting to get the job, so I’m treating this one as a practice for any future interviews, so the pressure is off a bit. Plus, I have such an extreme fear of flying that since I successfully flew back from Scotland I feel like I can deal with anything. They may ask awkward questions and get me to try humiliating dexterity tests, but at least I’ll be on the ground while I’m doing them.

RC 14-9-09