Nearly The Weekend

I think I had a bad day yesterday. I had rushed to get to work early, to report for duty at the graduation ceremony. I had to put out programs on the seats and lamented my choice of wool sweater dress for the day’s outfit, as I hauled boxes of programs around the hot and stuffy hall. The clue’s in the name: I was a sweater, sweating like a biatch and conscious that in my rush to work I hadn’t had time to put on any make-up and therefore looked a little bit pale, aside from the fact that my skin also isn’t the greatest and this wasn’t disguised slightly as it usually is by cosmetics. The duties were a welcome relief from being in the office, partly because just being in that grand hall (a very well known music venue right next to our campus) with its beautiful interior (and just as beautiful exterior) is a treat. Anyway, despite a morning not sat at my desk, I just felt bored by work and not particularly confident, content or attractive all day. I mostly know why, I just can’t be bothered to explain, really. Aside from what was going on in my head, I think my moan yesterday via blog is probably enough. I’m conscious that I am becoming a serious bundle of joy and I wouldn’t want any readers to be irritated by my irrepressible optimism. :o)

I am feeling slightly perkier today. Last night I arrived home grumpy as hell, tired and extremely hungry. I had dinner with Big Sis, trying not to be irritated by the fact that my laptop is not my own now and knowing that I was feeling irritable generally so should reign in my desire to snap. We watched TV, had a chat, went up to my room to watch some more TV and then after Bro-in-Law arrived, she eventually left me in peace. :o) We watched MasterChef: The Professionals, which is getting increasingly exciting as the final approaches (I’m a geek, but I love it). The Secret Millionaire was really good, a follow-up from a previous episode that I hadn’t seen. I was in tears as usual, but not as much as the millionaire whose life seemed to have been changed even more than the people he helped.

“Your husband’s home,” I told Big Sis when I heard the front door, which she could quite clearly hear herself. “You might have to go and talk to him soon.” After a little while longer, she finished a few things on the internet and then said, “I probably should go and say hello to my husband now. He’ll think I’m rude.” “Yes, I agreed, “he might start thinking you love me more than you love him, which I know is the truth, but we’ll keep it between us.” We laughed and said our goodnights and I watched True Blood, which is steadily getting weirder and which I probably shouldn’t have got into.

Remember me applying for a better-paid and more exciting-sounding job a month or more back? Probably not, lol, but I did. I was sort of hopeful about it because I met all points of the person specification and had a lot of relevant experience in a very similar role. When two weeks had passed since the closing date, I wrote it off as unsuccessful. I felt a little disappointed that I didn’t at least get an interview, but not altogether surprised, being fully aware of the huge increase in the number of applicants to job advertisement ratio nowadays. When I got home last night, I had received a letter; the envelope was franked with the name of the organisation, so I knew what it was regarding. I was a little surprised, thinking that for most job applications, when a month after the closing date has passed, you can safely assume in no uncertain terms that you were unsuccessful. The letter explained that “after very careful consideration” they had decided not to invite me to interview. I know that doesn’t change the outcome that I had already accepted, but it was encouraging for me that they had written to tell me. It probably means I narrowly missed out on an interview, or they wouldn’t have bothered to inform me in writing. Most jobs tell you that if you don’t receive any contact from them within a certain amount of time, you must assume your application is not being considered. I am thankful that my application was at least given careful consideration. It might seem an insignificant thing to many, but when you’re already insecure about your own abilities or professional (and personal) worth, knowing you’re at least up there with the contenders is reassuring.

Today I got up at 6.30am (the bizarre sleeping-a-lot-and-occasionally-being-able-to¬-get-up-at-a-reasonable-hour habit continues), waking even before my alarm, knowing that if I wanted to get in the bathroom (particularly to wash my hair), I would need to get in there early, before Big Sis and Bro-in-Law did. Luckily they were still bed when I left the bathroom, as in my haste to get there, I had completely forgotten to bring my towel and had to leg it back to my room sans coverage. Because I was out of the bathroom and already getting dressed before I would normally be out of bed, it meant I had loads of time to get ready at a nice relaxed pace, catch up on the news and make myself look mildly presentable (perhaps to make up for yesterday’s mess of frizzy hair, sweaty glow and bad skin).

Today has actually been OK so far. I had a yummy cup of tea on the way in, got toast and jam for brekkie when I got here, the morning has flown by and I have actually been fairly productive. And now it’s lunch time! Lol. Hmm. Small victories, I know. But at the moment, any day where I am feeling relatively upbeat and energetic is a good one.