Training Day

It's Thursday and I have had a busy week in work plus, all week I've been trying to fend off some kind of lurgy, the kind that has you sweaty but chilly at the same time and overly tired, so I've attempted to keep my days as short as possible and go to bed ridiculously early, as in... around 6pm.  The worrying thing is, I have actually slept.

Thursday in work was a training day.  Training day's, despite how animated the trainers are, can be pretty dry days.  So much information to absorb, so few brain cells.  The day ended with us being shown the interview rooms in which we are to work from.  As usual, there are two panic buttons.   One is silent, one sounded.  No one knows which is which, but if you think you need to press any, then press both as chances are, one or the other won't work anyway.

Having worked previously, as you know, were you may wish to discreetly press the panic alarm, this revelation, did not calm my nerves.  Work sucks.

Speaking of work.  I have an interview on Wednesday... the one near home.  I don't need to tell you that getting that job would turn my life around.  The extra sleep alone, would turn my life around.  I wasn't nervous when I read I had an interview.  Then I realised the letter was dated on my birthday, do we believe in fate?  As the interview day grows nearer, I am becoming more nervous.  Especially after Thursday, so much depends on my performance at the interview.  Still, I know that a lot depends on the day, how you click with the panel, how your fellow interviewees perform.  You may as well flip a coin.  What will be, will be.

Life has a habit of not finding the easiest road for me.  This would be such an easy road, with regards to time alone.  Usually, I would be thinking, "not a chance in hell," but I'm actually wondering, have I payed my dues?  Am I due a break, for a change?

You know what?  If I get the job, it would transform my life.  If I don't, and I start my interviewing role, after I get over the safety issues, I know I'd be good at it.  I am skilled, (if I say so myself,) at spotting, what I would be interviewing for.   So, it's a win, win, right?

I sleep pretty well Thursday night, and Friday, is my day off.  I wake a few times in the night but manage to toss and turn and drift back to nod.  I finally wake at 5.50am, I feel like I've had a great amount of sleep, makes so much difference.

I laze for 20 minutes then I'm up.  Breakfast and several coffee's, then jog, quite briskly for 20 minutes.  It's not easy but my back has been bad during the week and I know that I need a good brisk jog and stretch afterwards.

J and I had planned to visit the latest M&S Mega store today, the most Eco friendly store the world has seen so far.  J has not been feeling good of late and if I could be put in a room with Lupus, I would shout and scream and punch the living daylights out of it.

Anyway, I pick her up and we head out for breakfast, which was lovely, (I had scrambled, J had poached eggs on toast,) then we head to the store.

Store is fabulous, I love the curved and environmentally friendly ceiling.  The one thing it's lacking, is signage.  No signage in the car park, I noticed we'd parked opposite the David Lloyd Fitness sign so that we could make our way back there.  Once you're inside the store, you need a floor plan.   But it's lovely and the staff are all smiles and obviously proud, and so they should be.  J and I had a coffee and an Eccles Cake before we left, just a brief respite before we head to the food hall.  We just miss one of the head chefs creating something with duck and raspberries!  Sounds delicious and I'm sure it tasted the same.

I've decided I should also write a "b" side to my posts, where applicable to do so.   Sometimes there is another side to the story or, more of the story to tell, but at this time, I have no one to tell, or cannot tell, maybe one day, for now, they may have to remain unpublished.

I drop J off at home and head out to buy new hair straighteners, I know, as if life wasn't bad enough, my hair straighteners died on Wednesday, thankfully, God made it so that I was only three days away from pay day, overtime pay and still having a little birthday money to play with, and he let me get to work with minutes to spare before the heavens deluged their rain sodden clouds.  Everything worked out perfectly... and £10 cheaper than I anticipated.

My darling nephew CJ texts me on Friday afternoon, what am I up to on Saturday?  Yes, I am working.  I'm going to fast forward the conversation to the point where I have declined an invitation to accompany him to a singles party as he'd feel more protective over me and we'd never get anywhere, and to where I am now clothes shopping with him on Saturday after work, ready for his singles night.  Ah yes, the joys and perils of being a loving Aunt.  Would not swap it for the world.