Look at that Worm Go. Who Says There are no More Heroes?

Well, Friday's interview went better than the last two, so much so I didn't even bother going up to the one scheduled for today. I got there, had a surprisingly short talk with a couple of the engineers, and got offered the job. I'm still waiting for some written confirmation to arrive, so I'm not getting too excited, but . . . I am happy :)

I know some people spend ages interviewing and getting a job, and I know that some people send out a lot more applications and get a lot more rejections than I have, but it still feels like this job hunt has taken far too long. It's only been three months, but they were a long three months. That and the fact that most of my course-mates are either working already, or have jobs to come back to, have made me particularly impatient. As long as I think about the bloke in London who said he sent out thirty applications, rather than Guy who got a job on his first attempt, or Al who everybody wanted to employ (or any of the others for that matter), I can call this a victory of form completion and CV writing.

Okay, maybe I'm deluding myself, being silly and getting too excited about this, but I don't care . . . I've got a job.

Your Catchphrase is Hysterical. Please Say it Clearly for my Answer Machine Tape

Busy and expensive weekend. Friday: interview; mate's girlfriend's sister's birthday party.

Saturday: standard jaunt into the very heart of the Sticks' social scene.

Sunday: babysitting cottage, dogs and kittens; Listening to Pantera at ridiculously high volume levels because there are no neighbours to upset.

Coming soon: Whining About Accomadation.

Now that the job hunt is winding down, you might actually notice less whining and actually some updates about writing. Not a lot to say today though: added 400 words to Dearest . . .

Later . . .