cause blogging is the last thing on my mind.
Ok so the job interview (shhh!)
was fine.
It was weird to be interviewed by people you know
and Im pretty sure you don't normally go and
have a drink with one of the interviewers afterwards.
Plus my never ending 'flu
(confirmed by a doctor channelling Patch Adams yesterday)
reared it's stoopid head at about 1.17pm on Friday
so I drove with a foggy head,
meet Nig and Suzy with weepy eyes
and blocked ears
at the overrated Dunsandel Store
(I say that cause I always it to be so much better than it is
and it just never is).
Then, as usual thought I had plenty of time
but didn't so ended up zipping along to my interview.
I struggled to finished my sentences or find thoughts.
I couldn't answer a question or two
but they would have been fibs* anyway.
What a space cadet I was.
I don't know why I applied for that job other than
the organisation seems like it would cool to work for,
the people you'd work with would be great,
the role is smaller than the one I have now
(more than one 'flu a winter gets you thinking)
and the pay is way better than what I'm on now.
Oh and a cooler car than what I've got now too.
Only thing is
I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT FARMING.
Actually I probably know more than I think I do,
that's what I told them cause it's true and Im honest*.
Then on Saturday,
the day the weather threw up on Canterbury,
I dragged my sick carcass to Supervalue to pick up
teenage boys to take them over to the Christchurch District Final.
That's Contest to you,
the first of the season.
Where I sat in a room with Dave and Victoria
interviewing young Contestants as part of the District Final.
22 ten minute interviews.
By the end I couldn't see properly
cause I had such a headache
but the sun had come out, it had warmed up a bit
and I was almost at the end,
my bed was calling....
when those flipping teeenagers wanted to go to the buzzer quiz round.
So I dropped them off,
went to the supermarket
and bought chocolate.
My diet has gone off the rails
but the weight stayed off cause
I have no appetite so one mouthful of chocolate does the trick
for an enture day's meals.
Man I was glad to get home
and crawl into my unmade bed
and sleep for a solid five hours before getting up
to watch not one but two rugby games.
I don't actually remember the games though.
Too tired I guess.
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