Week of no work
This week I’ve not been working and have not found a job to go to anytime soon. This means that my bank account is going to start dropping in a very alarming fashion soon, and I do not have much of a buffer before it gets to no-food/no-rent levels. All because the damned agency lost the job I could have had this week by holding on to the possibility that the one I had for 2 days last week might extend to this one. It didn’t. Did I already say this? Ah, yes I did.
Talking about memory issues, I was near the university at noon and called up Adrian to ask if he wanted to have lunch. After a few confusing sentences he realised that I’d thought he was still working on his PhD in the maths building. He finished that months ago and I’d completely forgotten. Oh dear. Still, he was nearby at the MRI and we got to do eats anyway. I was good and didn’t buy anything sweet from the bakery.
What else have I been doing this week? I went for my registration at Manchester Temps yesterday and then started my dole (sorry, JSA) application. I remember when all you had to do was fill out a massive form and then talk to someone about it. Not any more. Nope. Now you have to ring them up and talk to them for 10 minutes. Then, at some point, they ring you back and talk to you about the same things for 45 minutes. And then you have to talk to them for another hour in person at your local jobcentre (this I shall be doing on Thursday). One almost feels that they don’t really want you to claim your JSA (sorry, dol–, no, yeah, JSA).
Today I had an interview with the Alliance & Leicester, which I think went quite well. We’ll have to see, and it couldn’t start before April anyway as their HR department seems to be something of a behemoth. I really must stop thinking of HR people as robots.
And before that, on Sunday, was a rehearsal for The Mikado (and if you’re reading this and not attending, well, you’d better have a damned-good reason) which got very stressful for some people - as things stood, the set had taken over the stage and Jo was left with substantially less space than she’d thought. It looks like the crisis is over and things have been solved, but my word did people get all flustered and worked-up. Not me, of course. I just wish more of them had come to the bar afterwards….
