On Tuesday, I had a great haircut; the first one this year I think though I’m not certain. Working like a dog, there was little time for frivolities such as a haircut! My son and I then had photos done in a Tardis-like photo booth. Him for an ID for when he leaves for university, me for a passport renewal. Good grief mine was bad. I look so tired. I had one done a few months back and looked awful, so this time I put on some makeup and a bright blouse to give me some colour. Better, but not good. Hopefully the Neurologist will concur that I look very tired at my appointment next week.

Wednesday, I had my interview. The job I’d applied for was local; 5 miles commute, perfect. To my delight, I was offered an interview, though it was at another site 11 miles away. I emailed to confirm my attendance, and asked them to confirm that the post would be at the closer site to me. They did so. I arrived in good time, and sat waiting in the reception area with another candidate. About the same age as me I guess, very smart though dripping in jewellery. Another turned up, very casual, very young. During our wait, the receptionists were commenting very loudly about what some of the students were, or more correctly weren’t, wearing; not very professional of them.

I was taken to my interview 10 minutes late, then asked to sit outside the office whilst the man talked to a colleague. By the time I was called in, it was 15 minutes late. As we started, the man took a telephone call. Good grief! There was a young woman there too, who would be my manager; very hard-faced and looking totally bored.

They asked me what I thought were questions totally unrelated to the job I was applying for, and nothing about myself and my previous job. They also asked if I’d be willing to work across all of their campuses one of which is a 45-mile round trip, at very short notice, and if I’d be willing to work evenings too. None of this was mentioned on the job advertisement, and at this point I lost all interest. I doubt they will offer me the job, however if they do, I shall turn it down citing the above reasons. I shall most likely raise these points anyway if they email to advise that I didn’t get the job. They really should have posted an honest job description, in which case I wouldn’t have wasted their time, or mine.

My interview was scheduled for 12 noon, and by the time I’d finished I was really hungry so I made a slight detour to a supermarket and bought some lunch to take home with me; salad bowl, and some hot chicken; very nice!

The weather here has turned very hot, no breeze, and Thursday morning I dug out my summer duvet. It’s thundery here now, but set to get hotter as the week progresses and into next week. I hate British summertime; too hot, too humid, barely a breeze.

Enjoy the rest of the week.