I haven’t blogged recently, this week being because I’m gearing up for a big job interview/selection day.

I was doing fine, I’ve been creating a little masterpiece/comic strip/scrapbooky presentation and I haven’t really felt nerves, aside from whatifs and whatthens regarding if this doesn’t happen and my next blog is about me failing and having a panic about trying to find a solution to my workless/homeless situation. 

that was until I went to my usual pleasant trip to the Job Centre.

Good God they know how to put a dampner on things. I bounded in (well huffed up the stairs wheezing with my sudden bad chest/cough) handed over my details to the bouncers and waited to be called over. It’s always the same person, advisor, whatever, that you see. It’s nice on the one hand because they remember what you’re upto, you dont necessarily get judged EVERY time you go in, so I sit down and tell her my good news. Those of you who know me, know how chuffed I am to get the chance of this job and you know how goddamn excited I am, so you can imagine my excitement at telling her about my interview (and mentally sticking two fingers up at her and her body guard) 

So, her reaction was like this…. 

Her; Oh right, great, whens that? who’s it with?’ 

Me: Yes it’s on…. with…..

Her; are you nervous?

Me; Nah, I’m trying to look on the positives, positive mental attitude! 

Her; oh right, I never think like that, I always panic and hyper ventilate, it’s such a big deal isnt it?!? 

Me; Oh….. shit, I guess your right…. 

Hence the big knotty ball of nerves that’s set up residence in my belly.

Way to go Job Centre Plus! Thanks for your confidence and pep talk!