Tish and piffle

You didn't really think I'd get it did you? After all the negative thoughts and self deprecation?

Well, I didn't get the job.

I was 'appointable' though - which is nice. Nice to know that I was good, but not quite good enough. Always a good ego-boost that one eh?

Anyway - can't stop to chat...I am working virtually full time this week, due to it being half term, and Michael being off on holiday (he's back at work after his op, but he has taken this week off in lieu of the week he didn't have as holiday at Easter).

Weight loss is now at approximately 2 and a half stones, just for the record. And I can now actually remove my wedding and engagement rings - for the first time in about 5 years. Nice to know that I won't be needing them to be cut off when my finger turns blue after all.

I haven't, by the way. Removed them, that is. I just can.

Here we go...

Tomorrow is D-Day.

Tomorrow is the day which has the potential to change my future. Or not... as the case may be.

Tomorrow is the day of my interview. At 9.10am I wish be ushered away to complete 20 minutes worth of tasks and preparation. At approximately 9.30 I shall be led to seal my fate in front of a panel of 3. 3 whats I'm not quite sure...

And as the interviewees are now down to just 3...I will know my destiny before the end of my working day tomorrow (3pm).

To say I am nervous doesn't quite cut it...to be honest I'm absolutely crapping myself. Sorry for the vulgarity. I wanted to be more graphic, but restrained myself. I think it would be easier if I was sure whether I actually want the job or not. The job is 37 hours a week, when I currently work 26 (well, nearer 30 normally). It is, however, double the money I am earning now. And I know I could do it - and without being too immodest, I could do it bloody well too.

I just don't know if I want to.

I'll let you know what happens, but if I don't get it, (not because I was shit, but because someone else was better), then I may well be just as happy as if I do get it.

Que sera sera (thanks Doris)

Blimey

I've been neglecting you again, my dear blogger friends. I hadn't even realised I had some followers! Thank you!

Not much to report, only that things are manic as per usual. I'm getting used to manic, to be honest. I'm learning to function with manic as the default setting. Good job really.

I have an interview on 18th May for the job I applied for at work - if I were to get it, it would be something of a coup...but I suppose if I'm honest I am probably the least favoured of the 4 candidates up for the position. Still, I am proud to have even been shortlisted. Good times.

Michael had his op, at very short notice, on 6th April (with his birthday on the 7th, he had a lovely birthday pressie!).

My head is still very miuch mixed up about things, and as a result I have lost approximately 2 stones in weight. I did need to lose it, I know, but not in such a dramatic way, and over such a short space of time (about 6 weeks).

I still have more to lose, but I promise I will lose the next few pounds properly!

Can't stop now, as I have other things to do (YES - even at this time of night!).

Thanks to those who've been thinking of me, and if you haven't, then why haven't you?