Oh, BOY … !
I’m … vaguely nervous …
And vaguely grateful for my luck.
Luck, you say … ?
I got a call, yesterday morning, telling me I’ve got an interview, today. At a local pub.
Five years ago? Non-drinker that I am, I wouldn’t have considered it.
These days, I’m not so fussy!
There’s more.
I got a call, a bit later: when I was at a friend’s, not far from mine.
That was a second interview: on Thursday.
I get back home, a little later, and check my email. To find I’d been invited to a third interview, next Tuesday.
I’m VERY aware that I’ve put some work in. And will have to put in more, to land one of these.
But … ? I’m quietly hoping I get one of them.
It’s not just the money. It’s the psychological effect of having a job that’s the appreciated bit.
~≈¥≈~
In all this … ?
In all this, I mentioned, yesterday, that I was going to look into a local bookshop: to see what had happened with my CV.
Well …
Not much.
However, the manager told me he’ll be passing it along to the recruiter for the area.
Hopefully?
That’ll lead to something …
I’ll be keeping my fingers crossed.
Even temp work, over Christmas, would be good!
~≈¥≈~
