Hey All,
Hey there,
Haven't blogged in a couple of days because I've been busy with stuff. Fortunately I seem to have some good news:
First of all: It isn't 100% confirmed yet, but I most probably have some work in Next (swanky English clothing shop chain). The DWP sent me for the interview over in Walthamstow yesterday, I shaved, washed my ever-more scraggly hair put on a red shirt and black trousers.
After the interview I was told that I had successfully passed, since they were looking for confident, outgoing people. I couldn't believe it. Apart from being a Barista and the charity shop I have no experience and no references. The Interviewer must have thought I looked cute in a suit. It's the only logical explanation.
I even told them I would cut my hair for the job, at which point I was emphatically told 'No! Don't cut it, it's completely you!'.
My friend Emma has told me the same thing, but bear in mind that Emma has her head shaved up to the crown, the rest dyed pink and likes to wear tight rubber dresses and Vivienne Westwood style shoes.
Confirmation comes tomorrow. A few days over Christmas and a possibility of permanent work. Fingers crossed.
Anyways, after the interview I took a wander through Walthamstow, since I hadn't been there literally in months. It seems to be moving up in the world, lots of little coffee shops opening, and the corner shop that used to be a bakery is now a barber-shop with polised wooden floors and leather couches. I wasn't sure it was the same place, but there is a sign at the top of the plate glass windown saying 'Hot Bread Baked Fresh' or some such.
I also saw that the Ottakurs in the shopping centre is now a Waterstones, and I met a writer of children's books name Nicki Cornwell.
Victoria line into London took forever. I took the Northern line to Camden and sat in the near-empty Devonshire Arms writing my reviews in a notepad. After that I headed to the West End where I caught up with some friends in Leicester Square.
Eventually I got home. My fridge was empty, but it was too late and too cold to make the journey to Tescos for food. I left that to this morning.
I would really like to see The Melvins at The Scala on the 11th, but tickets are sold out and I suspect that the touts are going to be charging trhough the nose. Which is annoying.
Anyways, enough for now.
Can't believe it's Friday already.
Over and out.
-J
Haven't blogged in a couple of days because I've been busy with stuff. Fortunately I seem to have some good news:
First of all: It isn't 100% confirmed yet, but I most probably have some work in Next (swanky English clothing shop chain). The DWP sent me for the interview over in Walthamstow yesterday, I shaved, washed my ever-more scraggly hair put on a red shirt and black trousers.
After the interview I was told that I had successfully passed, since they were looking for confident, outgoing people. I couldn't believe it. Apart from being a Barista and the charity shop I have no experience and no references. The Interviewer must have thought I looked cute in a suit. It's the only logical explanation.
I even told them I would cut my hair for the job, at which point I was emphatically told 'No! Don't cut it, it's completely you!'.
My friend Emma has told me the same thing, but bear in mind that Emma has her head shaved up to the crown, the rest dyed pink and likes to wear tight rubber dresses and Vivienne Westwood style shoes.
Confirmation comes tomorrow. A few days over Christmas and a possibility of permanent work. Fingers crossed.
Anyways, after the interview I took a wander through Walthamstow, since I hadn't been there literally in months. It seems to be moving up in the world, lots of little coffee shops opening, and the corner shop that used to be a bakery is now a barber-shop with polised wooden floors and leather couches. I wasn't sure it was the same place, but there is a sign at the top of the plate glass windown saying 'Hot Bread Baked Fresh' or some such.
I also saw that the Ottakurs in the shopping centre is now a Waterstones, and I met a writer of children's books name Nicki Cornwell.
Victoria line into London took forever. I took the Northern line to Camden and sat in the near-empty Devonshire Arms writing my reviews in a notepad. After that I headed to the West End where I caught up with some friends in Leicester Square.
Eventually I got home. My fridge was empty, but it was too late and too cold to make the journey to Tescos for food. I left that to this morning.
I would really like to see The Melvins at The Scala on the 11th, but tickets are sold out and I suspect that the touts are going to be charging trhough the nose. Which is annoying.
Anyways, enough for now.
Can't believe it's Friday already.
Over and out.
-J
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