Right. Fiona is getting a piglet, Mary a rabbit and Sharon a fish. No, we are not opening a pet farm. and no, I didn't get a 50% discount voucher for Pets-R-Us. And it's not because they are particularly smelly (well, maybe the tiniest bit!), or love to, well, errr, multiply, or are unfeeling (and have a short-term memory). No, my dear people, I speak of Christmas gifts, of the charitable variety. We have all agreed, at our last coffee morning, that we will not spend more than €15 on each other this year. Fiona, having announced in the same breath that she had just booked herself in for a facial ("One every week till Christmas, girls, it's the only way to de-stress!"), had the audacity to try it on: "Ah, sure, girls, seeing as it's a recession and all that, will we just do away with presies this year altogether?"
Somehow she made us all feel like the poor relation, so I dug my heels in à la "screw you, babe, I know I don't have a job but I can easily afford presents for you all! EASILY, you hear, EASILY [scrape scrape]". And Mary followed suit, Sharon fell in with whatever the majority said, as usual.
But Fiona did have a point, really.
I don't have a job.
And I can't really afford it.
But I do have an interview.
So, I am preparing, preparing, preparing.
I can explain all the gaps on my CV.
I can answer all the "Where do you see yourself in...?" questions.
I can talk around all the "What was the most challenging project...?" questions.
But I am nervous as hell. Cos a lot rides on this. Oh God, so much rides on it.
Wish me luck. It's tomorrow!
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