La Victoire

Hurrah!

The joys of the job interview

I don’t get nervous about job interviews any more, for heaven’s sake I’ve been to loads but today I encountered new areas of job interview weirdness. The first was at an interview where I realised pretty quickly that I didn’t have the skill set for the job and – more importantly – I wasn’t particularly interested in acquiring said skill set. So dutifully I reported back to the recruitment consultant and head off what I thought would be the inevitable rejection. A few hours later I got the call that they loved me and thought I’d be really good at the job – go figure.

So on to the second interview which had to be the oddest ever. No chatting about my experience, career to date la la la. No, instead I was treated to a list of very peculiar questions. Well they were okay questions and required me to be quick thinking, demonstrate knowledge and show examples etc BUT it completely ruined any flow. It was like boxed ticked, move on. V odd. The problem is I’d really quite like this job. I have no idea how I did because it was so odd. Oh well I’ll just have to demonstrate patience (not my strong point) until I (hopefully) get some feedback.

Shaggy dog

No, not a continuation of my canine theme…but you must buy this book. Raises money for Comic Relief which is a good thing (although Tony Blair does Catherine Tate was a bad thing).

Woof!

Typical isn’t it? I don’t blog for two weeks and then suddenly am gripped by the urge to comment on lots of things all at the same time. (I haven’t not blogged because I’ve been doing something fabulously exciting – in fact quite the opposite but I have made a promise not to blog about it).

Anyway, the excitement is that a Tibetan Terrier won Crufts. I used to have two Tibetan Terriers so I am thoroughly over excited. Also it means that people are more likely to know about the breed and I don’t have to rely on vague descriptions about Freeway from Hart to Hart to explain what sort of dog it is!

Fabulous fashion?

New found shape and size = increased interest in clothes. This is largely down to necessity as previous clothing a) makes me look like I’m wearing my mum’s clothes a la dressing up when I was 4 and b) falls down, off etc leaving me in danger of becoming a modern day Jane. NOT A GOOD LOOK.

So yesterday, inspired by good weather and my favourite shopping partner, I hit the High Street. Now lack of decent job means very little cash so I steered well away from my favourite shops and sampled the delights of the discount retailer. I did marvellously well. I bought two pairs of jeans (okay they were in the sale), two tops, a pair of shorts, a pair of loungey around trousers, eight pairs of pants and a bra and all for the princely sum of £62.

This is marvellous. Or is it? Suddenly I felt rather wracked with guilt as the sneaking question reared its ugly head: how can these clothes be made so cheaply? I have a feeling I have damaged the environment, supported unethical retailing and fuelled the fires of sweatshops the world over. Why is shopping so complicated?