I got in

Have been told verbally following on from my interview this morning that I got in - now awaiting formal letter to advise this.

Got called 'accomplished'- beat that!

Bubbly was nice.

Big Day Tomorrow

Right, so my interview is tomorrow morning.

I'm oddly calm, but am in a quandary regarding what to wear. Normally it wouldn't be an issue as I'd wear either the black outfit, the black outfit or the black outfit. But I was hoping to show a bit more personality than that tomorrow. Craig doesn't think a dress is appropriate (I have some nice 'worky' dresses that look nice with boots) so I'm leaning towards jeans and something.

Anyway. It's unusual for me to worry about what to wear and not to worry about the interview itself, but I think it's either going to be fine with what I've done so far and my gift of the gab, or I have absolutely no idea what they are after and can in no way give that, in which case I shouldn't really be going there.

For once I think my hardened job interviewee technique is standing me in good stead - it seems to be be nicely counterbalancing my (previously?) normal test anxiety and panic attacks. So maybe I've grown as a person. That or this is really the right thing for me to be doing.

Have also started thinking it might not be the end of the world (if I get it) to stay in current role until school starts. Maybe a bit lazy, but it wouldn't be terrible, in a 'I know where I stand' kind of way.

Weight continues to disappear. Very slowly - at this rate I'll be at my optimum weight in about 3-4 years. But hey, it should be easy to keep it off that way then!

I'll post again tomorrow once I have had time to chill and calm down - I get a bit hyper doing stuff like this.

Today was a nice day

We went out for a walk around the pond with Sam and he was being terribly amusing as usual.
Saw a 'new breed' of dog, a cute little black 'shorkie'.

We're trying to make the most of today and tomorrow as I'm off to London tomorrow afternoon for a thing and wont be back till late Wednesday.

I spent some of the week arranging my portfolio although I still need to pick up some supplies tomorrow. I did do a clever thing ages ago when I knew when my interview would be and arranged for the days preceding it off. So even if I don't do anything else arty this weekend, I'll still be OK as I'll have 5 days next weekend.

Well, I say OK, of course I mean brick-shitting, stomach-churning panicked. Anyhow, here's a couple of pics.

Interesting Development

Right, so I've been planning my great escape for a while now, but taking my time, trying not to rush things.

Then finally snapped on Thursday last week and pinned boss down regarding some issues I've been having for the last 9 months with regards to HR and lack thereof. He wussed out as usual and finally admitted he couldn't re-evaluate my role nor give me a raise based on the increased amount of work and responsibility.

My reaction was actually kind of cool, in that for once I didn't stumble for words and haven't been kicking myself afterwards thinking 'I should have said this' or wishing I hadn't broken down into itty bitty little pieces.

So my reaction was to tell him calmly and forcefully that under the circumstances he could fully expect my resignation.

He of course has avoided me since and the one conversation we have had involved him sitting there trying not to look so scared (his lower lip gave it away with the quaking) and telling me (again) that there was nothing he could / would / should do about this and thereby proving, again, that I'm making the right decision by leaving.

So I"m leaving my job. He still thinks it's about the money - it isn't. It's about him lying to me for the last NINE months about this, which in a last drop / final straw kind of way has completely and utterly removed any trust and / or respect that I at one time had for him. I really did have huge, high hopes for him when he started.

So, for those of you who know me from work - surprise!

I'm finally a 'grown up'

Now, I fully realise that this may not be a good thing, but I am now finally a grown up.

Never mind that I've bought a car (and sold and bought and so on)
Never mind that I've bought a house (see above)
Never mind that I've emigrated to a foreign country (you'd be surprised at the difference in my two countries)
Never mind that I've had sex (this shouldn't come as a shock - I am over 30, after all)
Never mind that I've got married (and proposed)
Never mind that I've held down several jobs (sometimes at the same time)

So what is it that I've done that has now officially given me the grown up stamp?

I bought a sewing machine.

Next, it'll be a golf set or an investment portfolio - stay tuned!!!