Expect the Unexpected

I’d just about given up on him, but Tom the Wallpaper King called this morning. They would like me to spend a month on trial working three days a week, to see how I get on. I said I’d think about it. I’m tempted to keep him waiting two weeks before I reply, to give him a taste of his own medicine, but when have I ever been that petty?????
His wife must be due to drop the kid out soon, so I’m surprised they’re getting me in on trial rather than just appoint someone to cover the maternity leave. If I don’t work out, they won’t have much time to train someone else up before she goes into labour. They’ll have to advertise for an office administrator who also happens to be skilled in midwifery. Maybe it’s just a formality and the jobs mine anyway. If I want it, of course, which is the other thing to consider. I said I’ll pop in to see them tomorrow and maybe we can discuss the offer further, and talk about money, which seems to have been ignored so far.

Hannah has a date tomorrow night. Some bus driver in his fifties took a chance and asked her out for a drink and for some reason I am finding hard to fathom, she said yes. We both know she’s missing Nathan, but I don’t see how the loneliness brought about by splitting up with a twentysomething religious hunk can be cured by dating a chain-smoking part-time near-retirement bus driver. I’m not going to think about it too much. Hannah’s romantic decisions have baffled me for a decade so I shouldn’t expect it to change, and at least he probably has his own house, so if she opts for a first-date shag-a-thon she won’t be bringing him back here, thank God. The walls here are thin, and I’ve heard enough of her filthy couplings to last me a lifetime, thank you.

RC 18-2-10