So, Gentle Readers, here we are less than two weeks away from my return to work, and by work I mean the paid kind, the unpaid kind not garnering any kind of recognition in the universe I inhabit... and I'm up at 4.44am. Actually I woke up at 4.03am, but tried very hard to avoid getting up until something more closely resembling a decent hour, and failed. Obviously.
So, is it linked? Well, in the determinist view of the universe, probably not. In some of the more esoteric views of the universe which are out there, probably. I'm not really a fan of the 'everything happens for a reason' theory of life, because most of the time us poor saps never get to find out what the reason was, leaving us angry and frustrated. That's why I can't do the whole 'organised religion' thingy, because the fundamental requirement of faith kind of leaves me cold.
Anyway, I have had two job interviews for my return to the August Institution, and on Wednesday, at the worst possible time, I have the final interview with the Head Kahuna herself. Why is it the worst possible time, I hear you ask? Well, Gentle Readers, I was planning on going to Upholstery School on Wednesday (which is not normally a day we attend) to finish the Slipper Chair. I lost half a day yesterday to the Dentist (warning: TMI Moment approaching: acute periodontal infection), and I had planned to be there all day Wednesday to get the damn thing finished.
Well. The interview is from 3.30pm to 4.00pm on Wednesday afternoon, not in the conveniently located, only 10 minutes down the road, by car, Olympic Park. Oh No. The interview is In town. So now I have to leave at 2.00pm, take a change of clothes, change, drive to the station carpark, get the train into town, walk up to the office, have the interview with probably the scariest woman on the planet after Angela Merkel, then do it all in reverse, wasting at least 3 hours of solid slipper-chair time.
Let's hope I get the damn job after all that. Do I really want it? Well, no. But it pays well, the hours shouldn't be too demanding, certainly not as demanding as the last time I worked there, and as I'm only going to be doing 4 days per week, how bad can it be? Hah. Famous last words. I'll let you know.