I rang the agency again today. You know, the one that called me about that other job in the first place, the one that managed to get me that interview. For the job I didn't get. But that's beside the point. My point is, they have a pretty good success rate with me, 1:1 ain't bad.
So I spoke to Anne, my new best friend, and discussed my employment opportunitites, based on the experience I bring to the table. A euphemism for saying, well, let's see if an old bird like you can still cut the mustard.
And as luck would have it, she had this other job spec in, just today. Hot off the press. Fresh from the farmer's garden. And she is going to put me forward for it. She believes I tick pretty much all the boxes - her words, not mine.
So then I rang Mary. Of course she always brings me back down to earth with a rather large bang: "Now Amy, that's great, but you know, you don't have the interview just yet... Just don't hope too hard, you know, in case you don't get it..."
Somewhat deflated we continue our conversation about her wrist, her love of people of the coal, and Rory the Wonderful, whom, she has assured me, she would like to bed. Honestly Mary, he is married with a 2-year old son. Have you no shame??
To which she replies in all honesty: "No."
On my way home, I ring John. He is far more encouraging and it reminds me that in my hour of need (I need to hear something nice) I should really remember that, when all is said and done, my husband is my number one best friend.
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