Waiting to hear...

It seems a lot of time these days I am spending waiting to hear from people. I have been applying for jobs left, right and centre, and then I never hear from them again... or worse... I get the e-mail everyone hates. Thank you for trying, you were wonderful but we have had a million other people and every single one of them is a lot better then you could ever be so we’re taking them on.

The other side is even more tense. Last week I had a phone call, exactly a week ago today, saying that a company in London had read my CV, and asking if I would come in for a job interview, either that day or the following day. I decided that day would look a lot better, why put of to tomorrow that which you can do today, so I got ready and headed to the train station. I had what I think was a good interview, and was told that I would hear from them by the end of the week. I’m still waiting.

Anyway, major ranting aside, last week was hectic. This week looks boringly empty on the iCal on my Macbook. Saturday was the one year reunion of Zavvi. A year since we closed. I still miss the days we spent together, far too few though they were, I enjoyed the vast majority of them, and those that were tarnished were not caused by my colleagues. I can still remember getting the text message saying the store was closed, that the lawyer was there. I can still remember the taste of the apple sour shot I had, the only alcoholic drink I have ever finished, the Zavvi blood we shared the night the store was finally put to rest. And before I start blubbering in internet form, I think it is time to wrap this post up.