Small Freedoms

Last week in the job interview, they said if I was successful, I’d get a phone call, if not, the council ‘Not on this occasion’ email.  Immediately after the interview, I turned around to say ‘Nice to meet you’ to one of the interviewers, and caught her micro-sneer just as she appeared to be drawing her eyes off what I was wearing.  I knew two things; 1. I don’t want to work anywhere near her.  2. Just as well as she is never going to recommend me for the job. 

Wednesday my mobile phone rang unexpectedly and I thought ‘Please don’t let that be about that job’.  I don’t know who it actually was as I didn’t get to it in time to answer and don’t know anyone in 0148 code.  Probably solar panel pests. 

On Friday afternoon, I got the council email.  Bizarrely, I got a bit miffed.  Just a bit.  Firstly, because for the whole of that day I had been thinking it was Saturday and had a micro-rant about why are they sending out that news on a Saturday, spoiling people’s weekends.  Secondly, well that thing, like when you want to finish with someone and they finish with you first.  What is that about? 

Then I re-embraced my liberty and small freedoms, like; no meetings ever again, my days are my own, I can read a book in a oneie (i.e. in one sitting, not while wearing a onesie.  Only Joanna Lumley can pull off a onesie.  Which is in fact, the issue with them; you have to strip off and freeze in order to pee*). There is the occasional Lady Mary Crawley Day (bubble bath mid-morning, proper afternoon tea in a proper china cup).  Suffice to say, I composed myself.   It’s what Lady Mary would do.

*No jokes about Tena Lady Pants tokens please