I got a phone call late yesterday afternoon.
"How did you get my number?" I asked the man
"It was on your CV which you sent me."
"Oh yes! It's the wrong address though! I moved, I don't live there anymore! Told you it was an old one...."
I have an interview this afternoon.
"What's it for?" asked Gardening Mum at the school gates.
"I don't know!" I giggled.
"Well you better find out then," she said, with no exclamation mark because she sounded quite serious.
I stopped giggling, she may have a point.
I shall ask him. I know it's something about a website.
I blog at a later date, perhaps tomorrow, perhaps Friday, what I wanted to post about the pub job.
I met this man in the pub!
I can't tell him I've been fired can I? Or shall I? You know, be honest...
Do I mention my insecure, expensive housing situation and any money he pays me will make me worse off financially?
Bugger.
I must empty my mind. Empty it, empty, shake out all that stuff.
I need to close my eyes and make a dash for the other side of the river.
If I fall in, I fall in
best not think about that either.
Eeek! It is quite exciting!!
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Exciting is right.
How did the interview go, anything good to come out of it?
Personally i wouldn't tell the "man in the pub" anything just yet.. see how it goes..
xx
I hope good comes out of it!
My friend Jo said the same as you, that I didn't have to tell him my whole life story, and pubwise, luckily, he never asked, just assumed I'd left!
Well, its to hear that you didn't have to say why/how you left the job at the pub.
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