
Also things are looking up for phase two of my Summer London relaunch. My crossroads signpost (see last post) pointed towards jobsville and I got one!! A proper job, in telly and everything. So after 2 days of gnawing at my own wrists cold calling companies to ask them about thier parcel delivery system ('hello, I was wondering if I could have a minute of your t-...hello? hello?') I can claw back some of my tattered dignity. Just. Although I'm worried I've forgotten what to do, it's been 4 months! And if my interview was anything to go by - I actually went to the wrong company for it(!) - then things don't bode well for my organisational skills. Though if I do fuck it up I can just say, well you knew you were hiring an idiot to be fair.. So although I don't get to go on holiday, it does mean I get to move out of the parentals and be a proper grown up. Shit. Meals cooked for me, washing done, personal taxi service. Maybe I should get developing that munchausen syndrome thing...