Do you ever get the feeling that some people really need to get out more? Mind you, it’s a stunning story (and pic to go with it)

Oh, and if anyone’s interested, I got a call this afternoon and didn’t get the job I interviewed for. Second out of two interviewees. I knew it was a sod-up of a day. *sigh* Hey Ho.

Right, following on from Gert’s post and NakedBlog, my dinner list is now here on my site. I put it on the site because it’s a big page, and I couldn’t be arsed to curse Blogger with it. Enjoy.

Oh, and if you feel the need to comment on it, do it here, because there aren’t any comments on the individual page. So there.

Added to, thanks to Vicky’s comment
And then just to brighten my mood, I went to le site du Bird avec Vodka, who’s normally got something fun to say. And she’s got this link to “talent” from the new McCrossroads soap on BBC Scotland, “River City”. And he reminds me of no-one more than a member of the Mcgann clan (ooh – nice rhyme). You decide…

I think that says enough…

I tell you, there are some days that you just KNOW are going to be shot to shit. Today’s one of them.

Leave for the interview with 2 hours to get there – dead easy – it’s only a 10 minute bus ride and then a 20 minute train journey. Piece of Piss. I could get there by pushbike in 2 hours.

And it turns out that’s exactly what I should have done. The train I was on broke down just outside the station – well, more accurately still at the station, because the doors of my carriage were still on the platform, which just added to the farcical nature of what followed…

Train breaks down at 8.50. I’m supposed to be at the interview for 9.30, so it’s not too traumatic just yet, they’ll fix it, or transfer us to the next train (the service seems to run about every ten minutes) or even just replace the engine. Simple, no? Not exactly rocket science.

Except for the little quirk that they won’t let anyone off the train, because it’s not fully at the platform. Some fuckwit might try to get out the wrong doors and fall to the track and hurt themselves. “Natural Selection and Darwin Awards” says I. So we sit for 40 fucking minutes while they decide what to do. By now I’ve called the people I’m seeing, explained (in no uncertain terms, but not quite as pithily as here) that the train company, and particularly the employees on this train, are epic fuckwits of the sort that get teased by amoeba for being thick. And that I’m going to be late for the interview.

Eventually I persuade the train chimp to let me off, because I’m at a door with platform under it, and not going to fall or hurt myself, (although I may consider hurting the chimp) so let me the fuck out so I can get a taxi the 8 miles to my interview. It’s now 9.40. I have that look of homicide in my eyes, gauging the range to the train chimp’s throat. So they let me off. Fifteen minutes later I’m where I was supposed to be 25 minutes earlier, I’m £15 worse off, and I get into the interview.

Which actually went pretty well, I think. So we’ll see what happens, and wait for feedback. Fingers crossed anyway.

The train ride back was pretty uneventful too, except for the grinding of locked on brakes on one axle, and the smell of smoke throughout the journey. Could’ve done with that posse of nuns from last week. So now I’ve just got to see what’s next in the Day of Shit. Oh, and write a stormingly shitty letter to the train company, who seem to run a better service when they’re on strike.

Nice to see the Church of Scientologists are being arseholes again. (Lets see them piss and moan about this site *grin*)

Other than that, I’m off to an interview this morning, which should be fun. But as I’ve said before, I really really hate wearing ties. What’s the point? But still I’ll wear one, go in, look like I know what I’m talking about, and see how it goes. With luck, that’ll be the last time I have to wear a tie in a while. I hate them all, those keffing useless lengths of material with no purpose except to tie a knot in them.

*shake of head* Ah well, I’ll write more later. Along with (probably) more mutterings about ties and how pointless they are.