On Wednesday and Thursday I had my daughter round. That was its normal
brilliance. We had a great time together. On Thursday afternoon I
received a call in regard to a job I'd applied for. I lucked out on the
timing. Willow was fast asleep having her afternoon nap. I did need
to warn the woman that she was due to wake up at any time though.
The call went very well and I have to admit that I was quite excited at the
possibilities it represented. Willow’s timing was spot on and I heard the
thump from her room of her getting out of bed as the conversation was winding
up. She wandered round to me and was as good as gold. I gave her a
hug and she stood there quietly while I finished the call.
The lady said I would be contacted to arrange a time and date for an
interview, Wednesday the following week was mentioned as a possibility.
All good. I didn't hear anything Friday, Monday was a bank holiday and
nothing yesterday or today. For most of that time I've been on edge,
carrying my phone with me everywhere.
It's been a long while since I've gone through this. Before taking the
time to write, I worked for the same company for a very long time. I'm
just not used to the highs and lows of job searching.
I did feel a little better this afternoon, more relaxed. I didn't work
on the new project, but I did some more on a short story I've been working on
here and there.
Hopefully tomorrow will be more positive. I'll give the company a
polite chase up call and put it aside until I hear from them.
I had no idea how much my mood would affect my writing. I've had it
before in the past year, but nothing this bad.
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