…life just does not play the game!
Nothing to do with the interview, everything to do with a damned toothache!
It’s just there. The whole bloody time! And it’s a crowned tooth, so no real help can be given. Other than to break the crown and pull the tooth. And I’m not quite ready for that just yet. Will just have to get out the big guns and dose that sucker into the next year!
Interview went well. All of 20 minutes. The guy reckons he does not doubt that I can do the job. Now I’m going for psychometric testing on the 19th of July, and if I manage not to screw that up, I’ll have a meet with the regional admin manager. Don’t know if that will mean that I have an actual job or not – time will tell.
The only sucky thing is, it’s in retail. Meaning you work just about 24/7 with almost no time off. Then again, I suppose I need a decent job more than I do weekends, but that’s going to put a spanner in my plans on so many different levels. On the other hand, I might have enough money to take out another contract at the studio – so I can continue dancing. All depending on the salary of course. I’m putting the cart in front of the horse here. Let’s see what happens in two week’s time and then I’ll talk again.
And tomorrow I start work at the cheap spot. Still. It will bring in a few bucks, and I’ll not be sitting at home thinking dark and dreary thoughts.
Had a lovely day at home though. Even if I had to chase two damn rugrats away from my huge aloe on the pavement. The little brats seemed to be on a neighbourhood stroll, breaking branches off trees and such – good, clean, healthy fun, circa 2013… So the little twat stands still at my plant, on my pavement, and he starts hitting it with the stick he probably broke off from some other poor tree. I look at this through my window and shouted at them – your typical crazy cat lady behaviour of course! That made them skedadle sharpish! Bloody kids!!
I have to wonder at parents these days. Not because I have the world’s most perfect kids, not by a long shot. But really people. Is it too much to ask to teach your spawn to respect other people and their property? Manners? Values? Morals? Or does the world really have to turn into a free for all? Do they really want to raise people that feel themselves entitled to everything without having worked for it first? I actually blame the human rights thing for that. Because however much kids are entitled to clean water and schooling and shoes and whatnot, somebody, somewhere has to foot the bill for those rights. And it’s hardly ever the parents of said entitled kids. I’m also entitled to those things. Think it might go a tad difficult if I don’t pay my water bill! Or my clothing accounts. Or if I don’t work…
So sure. Be entitled all you like. But try and work for something first before you expect it to fall into your lap.
Little rant done. And so too, the day. Well, almost in any case. Think a deep, hot, bubbly bath is in order. Still have to figure out what to eat for supper though – might just be toast and marmalade 😉 And after that, some strong meds for this blasted tooth and then bed. Tomorrow I brave the R55, taxi’s, stupid females, stupid males, cyclists, motorcyclists – the whole gauntlet that is traffic in Johannesburg. I can hardly imagine anything more fun than that…
I’ll leave you with this little gem I heard yesterday…