Last Wednesday when I was supposed to go back to the quack quack job, I didn't because I had just lined up the Shell job. This morning he rang and asked me to come in so I went in under the impression that he must be desperate for someone. Then he gave me the "I've got plenty of other staff" routine and I just wanted to laugh in his face.
I taught him a bit of English too. He was getting his bring vs take and come vs go mixed up. He'd say "Come in the kitchen" and I'd be thinking "but you're not in the kitchen" etc etc. I figure if he's got the nerve to constantly insult me, he won't mind a small taste of his own medecine. He is capable of smiling which was a pleasant surprise.
OH GUESS WHAT I applied for a public service job which required a lengthy application form including questions about leadership and team work. I'm hoping to get by on the stunning photo alone. There was a question about the last time I was innovative when solving a problem and I really could not recall the last time even though I swear I've been innovative in the past, so I wrote about how I arranged my new room like no other occupant has arranged it before, using the cupboard to store clothes to leave space for a small study desk. I hope they don't think I'm not taking it seriously, coz I just paid $11 for a transcript to send as part of the application so I don't want to get automatically disqualified for being a dick.
That's all my news. I came home from Tamworth and the first thing I did was buy a new packet of cigarettes so so much for rehab. Ah never mind. Well, do mind. I don't plan on smoking for the rest of my life, but alas, I hear everyone say, that's what they all say.