Thursday, oh what a day
I've already touched on the first part of Wednesday evening. When I'd finally sorted out the payment details, and given my mother all the information she needed to get on with extracting cash from the daddybank and finding the florist's office, I settled down for some interview preparation. I took a brief break when Mr W came home, and then got back to it. I finished my work at about 0130 on Thursday morning, and fell asleep, only to wake myself up six minutes later at 0610. I've no idea how I did it - and because Mr W wasn't awake so I assume I didn't wake myself up by talking too loudly in my sleep.
Anyway, it's normally OK to wake at 0610. Usually I get up about 0700, so it's effectively a 50 minute lie-in. However yesterday I had to get up at 0630, and from past, and bitter, experience I'm aware that if I miraculously manage to doze off, the wrench at 0630 is just not worth it. So I got up early. I had time for some breakfast (well, a mug of something hot, but I can't eat usually if I'm nervous or in a hurry or I end up bringing it up again) - and even packed a couple of apples for the journey.
At 0740 I left the flat for my interview, which was about 50 minutes drive away. I figured because I didn't know exactly *where* in the business park my interview was, I could spend some time finding it and then still have my 20 minutes self-confidence-boosting session (where, basically, I re-read my CV and the job spec).
What do you know - half way there I start seeing those orange signs that evoke misery for all motorists. Roadworks between junctions 1 and 2 of the A1(M). Damn and blast... But I still had time, and I thought I knew where the location of my interview was to be. I'd just up the speed after the roadworks finished. In the end I got there fine, and the journey only took about 10 minutes longer than it used to when I last went to the place in September. But this week is half term week, which does lead to a marked decrease in traffic on the route I used. So I'll have to allow more time to get there than I have in the past. If, of course, I get the job!
It made me think though. I do not like driving. I believe I have mentioned this. When I worked in Watford, they dug up the Hendon Way and sections of the M1 such that I only had about three months of no disruption to my journey in the whole 18 months I was there. When I drove in from my parents' there were roadworks on the major route to Watford from Oxfordshire. When I last worked in Hatfield there were roadworks on the biggest roundabout there, and the one I was meant to use. It became quicker to go up to the next junction, turn around and head back (thereby avoiding the roadworks).
I think I have had more than my fair share of roadworks, thanks. I'm not sure I could handle roadworks and a 7.30 start (as in out of the flat and on the road) in the same day, five days a week. Still, I'd be leaving by 0745 to get to the office for 0900 and avoid the right turn at the end of my road. But the office hours of this place are 0830 - 1700. 0830. Sheesh. So if I leave at 0730 and there are roadworks I might not even arrive on time! What a depressing thought.
So, out of interview, to my old place of business and coffee with two people who I haven't seen since September and who are coming to our wedding. We had an interesting chat, and I headed back home to sling the car in the garage and get to work for the afternoon.
Last night I sat on the sofa and read and dozed in about equal proportions. and suddenly it was midnight! Now I can't wait until the weekend (well, tomorrow we need to be up at 0800 because it's our aufruf in shul), so I'm having a lie-in on Sunday. Up until right before I have to go and get ready for lunch with Gregoire's parents. But still, Saturday evening, blessed relief. I'm not on the coffee yet but my office is so deathly cold I might go and sample a "creamichoc" from the vending machine - just to be able to feel my fingers again!
Anyway, it's normally OK to wake at 0610. Usually I get up about 0700, so it's effectively a 50 minute lie-in. However yesterday I had to get up at 0630, and from past, and bitter, experience I'm aware that if I miraculously manage to doze off, the wrench at 0630 is just not worth it. So I got up early. I had time for some breakfast (well, a mug of something hot, but I can't eat usually if I'm nervous or in a hurry or I end up bringing it up again) - and even packed a couple of apples for the journey.
At 0740 I left the flat for my interview, which was about 50 minutes drive away. I figured because I didn't know exactly *where* in the business park my interview was, I could spend some time finding it and then still have my 20 minutes self-confidence-boosting session (where, basically, I re-read my CV and the job spec).
What do you know - half way there I start seeing those orange signs that evoke misery for all motorists. Roadworks between junctions 1 and 2 of the A1(M). Damn and blast... But I still had time, and I thought I knew where the location of my interview was to be. I'd just up the speed after the roadworks finished. In the end I got there fine, and the journey only took about 10 minutes longer than it used to when I last went to the place in September. But this week is half term week, which does lead to a marked decrease in traffic on the route I used. So I'll have to allow more time to get there than I have in the past. If, of course, I get the job!
It made me think though. I do not like driving. I believe I have mentioned this. When I worked in Watford, they dug up the Hendon Way and sections of the M1 such that I only had about three months of no disruption to my journey in the whole 18 months I was there. When I drove in from my parents' there were roadworks on the major route to Watford from Oxfordshire. When I last worked in Hatfield there were roadworks on the biggest roundabout there, and the one I was meant to use. It became quicker to go up to the next junction, turn around and head back (thereby avoiding the roadworks).
I think I have had more than my fair share of roadworks, thanks. I'm not sure I could handle roadworks and a 7.30 start (as in out of the flat and on the road) in the same day, five days a week. Still, I'd be leaving by 0745 to get to the office for 0900 and avoid the right turn at the end of my road. But the office hours of this place are 0830 - 1700. 0830. Sheesh. So if I leave at 0730 and there are roadworks I might not even arrive on time! What a depressing thought.
So, out of interview, to my old place of business and coffee with two people who I haven't seen since September and who are coming to our wedding. We had an interesting chat, and I headed back home to sling the car in the garage and get to work for the afternoon.
Last night I sat on the sofa and read and dozed in about equal proportions. and suddenly it was midnight! Now I can't wait until the weekend (well, tomorrow we need to be up at 0800 because it's our aufruf in shul), so I'm having a lie-in on Sunday. Up until right before I have to go and get ready for lunch with Gregoire's parents. But still, Saturday evening, blessed relief. I'm not on the coffee yet but my office is so deathly cold I might go and sample a "creamichoc" from the vending machine - just to be able to feel my fingers again!
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