*victory dance* I passed my latest assignment, yahoo. Only 6 pages *wince*.
SO I've been for a few interviews lately, one of which wanted to get back to me after the state manager returned from her honeymoon. I went back there for a second interview, but the Australia-wide manager who I was meant to be meeting just couldn't be there and oops they couldn't be bothered to ring me to tell me that. So I took 2hours out of WORK TIME to go over there getting my head bitten off by bosslady (who by the way has made a few sheepish admissions about not being the best at handling conflict negotiations and has been fabulous since she has realised she has found a job somewhere else).
SO, I got snapped at for going out for a few hours, only to find out the guy I was meant to be meeting who arranged it could not make the meeting. So at the end of the interview she mentions that they want me to go back there at some later stage for 2 hours of skills assessment and then a third interview. FOR CRYING OUT LOUD. Their offices are about 20 mins out of the city from where I work. We're preparing for bosslady leaving. Trying to get everything in order as much as possible. Aaargh. I told the agent how I feel. The would be employer has arranged the skills assessment for Sat morning instead of during the week. I'm still iffy about the job. The idea of a new job is really enticing, and more money would be VERRRY handy. We'll see.
Well he's finally TORN it. He tried being all pally. I nearly bought it. Then he started trying to wheedle his way into coming over. Then started sending cheeky suggestive emails. This time around, he wasn't even charming he was just grubby and obvious. So I bluntly told him I didn't want to see him. Was happy to stay friends over email remotely but that's about it (I missed the real companionship, the chats & discussions we had had). Well that's all well and truly killed.
Less than a week later, I'm getting a 3am sms from him "So, what's the plan? Are we shagging or not as got to decide. :) Sorry just been able to read your message now. Ax". Umm... I hadn't SENT him any message and we hadn't spoken in nearly a week. I responded "huh no we are not 'shagging' and there was no message". Got response of "whoops, sent to wrong person :) " like it was some sort of laugh. Less than a week after trying to get back into my knickers then that. By this stage 3/4 awake and livid, I responded rather than with a tirade, with icy fury with "classy". His response,"Well ok it was meant for you if it makes ou feel any better: as I miss your awesome body :) and all the rest hat goes with it babe :) AX"
Now some might take that as a compliment, I was just bloody furious and saw him as a manipulative liar and I was FURIOUS. Upset, I felt suddenly like not 'special' to him in any way at all but one of a multitude, that he was a player all along, that he was playing games and I was stupid enough to swallow all the crap about us understanding each other, knowing each other like noone else does, but I was downright furious most of all.
Being still half asleep I went back with "I don't know what to believe, but I'm sick of being hurt so please do not contact me any more". And that was that right? pfft, after 4 years, hell no.
So a weekend of hurt skulking around the house - pathetic I know but the one thing through the past 4 years that has been the hook was that there was something special some sort of special connection. Really? I don't believe that for an intant any more. But I was shattered too. I'd been in a bit of a stressful slump for about a week then this was a blow I didn't need even from a friend who I still trusted on some level to show respect based on thebond we had, from me being there for him when his dad died, for all the things we had been through as friends. In hindsight what a crock.
I got an sms last night "hi stranger how are you? thought I'd say hi... Ax" My response was simple "do not contact me again, no idea what to make of Fri 3 am sms's but enough is enough". So since then he thought it would be clever to b'cc me in on a totally crude email joke. Again responded "please remove me from all contact lists" that was it.
Angel...
Well, in a moment of weakness I might've accidentally copied him in on an email joke. One of a multitude of people b'cc'd but it immediately got a response asking how I was, telling me he had seen me last week crossing the road (damn the work proximity), and that I looked fantastic and he thinks of me often. Damn. It was lovely to hear. I'm not weakening I'm not. It is impossible though to believe that missing his friendship isn't at some point tied into the rest... so I can't encourage it. But damn it was good to hear from him and yes I responded via email in a friendly but not a flirty way. Still I'm considering it falling off the wagon momentarily even though I didn't do anything other than chat over email in a sociable way.
I was pathetically pleased to hear that his friend who seemed to actively meddle in our friendship in the past, seems to have lost his shine lately and the two have parted company. It's mean as they were close but I also think this friend of his was using him up. I've been careful not to share my opinion with Angel too much as I know eventually they'll mend bridges. Good friends always do and I don't want to meddle.
Interviews...
I'm waiting to hear about one of the 3 interviews I've been on a week or so ago apparently I'm shortlisted down to the last person. The recruiter has also tried to ring me this afternoon (my mobile was switched to silent), so I'll keep my options open if it is another interview. Fingers crossed.
I'm so frustrated with trying to learn online. It is not something I respond to. I'm trying. But I'm so totally demotivated when my lecturer doesn't give clear instructions of what is required, in what format, how large or small and then tells me afterwards that I've not generated it in the format required. It's not the first time and with the same lecturer. Frustrating as all hell. I should be more motivated and more organised. I'm going to take some time off to catch up.
Shoes Fetish..
Well, confession time. Nope keep your minds out of the gutter you sods who were about to make some grubby joke, (though given my recent postings you might be forgiven).. I've been misbehaving WAYY too much on shoes. Stupid? yes. Financially not a smart move? You bet. Was it FUN.... ooo don't call me SJP, I don't have the weird wardobe or the size 0 figure. I'm going ot wear my fabulous Sachi boots tomorrow to work as it's just started getting cold again and any excuse to air them will do.
Daylight Savings
For those of you NOT living in stinking hot countries during the summer months, daylight savings might seem fabulous to you. For those, like Pez, it might seem fabulous if you love being out in the heat and don't come down with nasty stinking migraines if out in the heat in the early evenings. To go to sleep while it's still hot as the heat doesn't dissipate WITHOUT daylight savings, until around 10pm/11pm, when daylight savings has kicked in, I'm finally drifting off after a nasty sweaty wrestle with the sheets at around 1am desperately setting up an oscillating fan beside the bed, pushing cuddly warmer than a heat bag max cuddling up to me away from me, while having the old aircon unit that is in the loungeroom rattle away like it's in its final death throes. All I can say is "yahbluddy hoo, the cold weather is upon us and daylight savings was told to nick off on Sunday night just gone... ABOUT TIME".
Interviews
So, in a work update, I've been out doing interviews, I've been to 3 in the past week or so. I've even invested a little (via the trusty 'we'll charge you xyz exhorbitant interest rate' mastercard) on some new interview/work outfits. Feeling very professional-looking, nervous as sin in interviews as I've been with the one company for 7 years, and stuffing them up to varying degrees of sheer blondeness.
Waking Up To A Mouse
The day of my first interview for a while and I woke up to paws going whump-whump...whumpwhumpwhump alongside me on the bedspread. Any cat-owner KNOWS what this is code for. "Hey MUM look what I got you, you're gonna be sooo pleased with this creepie-crawly!" I shot from dead asleep to near-vertical in one smooth frantic motion while switching on the lamp and saying "OHSHIT" in one loud voice. This time it was a poor little grey mouse. I KNOW that they're pests but they're so damn cute I feel sorry for them. I can't let them go I can't kill them. Weak. Yup totally.
On the Soapbox...
Okay, my opinion, not that I'm sure it matters, whether they are kangaroos, seals whatever the animal. If the environmentalists have decided the numbers need to be cut back for the betterment of the environment in the area, then they should be culled humanely. I disagree just as strongly with some idiots who get drunk in their outback ute and go out "roo-shooting" as I have an issue with people going out clubbing to death any animal. You can't tell me that that kind of method of despatch is humane.
Now I've NEVER heard anyone tell me that for environmental reasons, whales need to be culled to control their numbers. Remind me again if I'm wrong, but aren't they endangered?. There I've said it.
