What I'd rather be doing... war plant workers dance the jitterbug after an 8 hr shift. Actually, they look really, really tired.
I'm applying for a job at the mo. Essentially, the job I'm already doing - which somehow makes it harder. Part of the prob is that I've only every really done two or three job interviews. The rest of the prob is that I'm a nervous ninny. I've been told by them as know that I 'donkeyed home' in the last interview. Now I can't say I know exactly what that means but if I have to be a donkey to get this job so be it. I've also been told that I'd have to be practically comatose to stuff up the interview. Again, good. But last time I applied for this job I worried and fretted until I made myself sick (and made Mr C sick of the very mention of the words 'job' and 'application'). So really, it is PROVEN that worrying works for me. Do I worry again? Do I have to worry in order to stand a chance? Or can I sit around watching anime and updating my blog? Am I starting to worry that I'm not worrying enough? Trust me, I'm worried.
The other big worry is that old Jack cat is going freakin insane. He's gone all fuzzy in the head. For starters, he's completely addicted to bed. To the extent that he frets if he can't get under the covers. He pops out for meals, if you drag him out. Then tears back into the bedroom again. The other thing, and believe me it's a biggie, is that one minute it's all 'oh he wants to sit on my lap!' and the next it's 'oh my god he's pissing on me!' This is causing a distinct lack of harmony in the household. Apart from the ick factor, I mean, what the hell is he thinking in his little furry brain?? As for the other cats I do wonder what we were thinking. George is a darling but he doesn't shut up and Lyle is, well, who knows about Ly-lo. Lyle = enigma. I've never met such a super cool cat. Anyway, these two do this really funny for two minutes stunt fighting that gets really really annoying really really quickly - especially when SOMEONE TRYING TO WRITE SOMETHING.
So instead of going to see a big band as planned, I'm busy washing cat piss clothes, while two cats sound like they're killing each other and Mr C is engaged in the great 2009 bathroom renovation so I haven't had a shower at home for the last few days (and the end is not in sight) and I'm trying to write about all the good things I've done and all I can think about is the time I went to the State Library with the Co-ordinator team (ie. my bosses) and wore my shirt back to front for the entire day.