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Blogging when the girlfriend is here is not easy. Not only are there better things to do when she's here (like telly, of course) but she also has a tendency to use the computer herself, blogging, checking her viewing figures and commenting on other people's blogs. Meanwhile I am exiled to the bed, reading or watching tv. Now she's off to Kortrijk (I dropped her off at the station, in direct violation of my learner's driving permit) for a "handballtraining" (that's what she tells me) so I've got my computer to myself for a little while. I'm following her over to Kortrijk later tonight.
So what happened this week? I fucked up another job interview. The one I needed a knowledge of the law for? Well they weren't kidding. They quizzed me and I had to answer "I don't know" more than anything else. Also, they subjected me to roleplaying. And not the "nurses and doctors" kind either. Yuck. Felt like a complete idiot. Procedure is as follows: the interviewers draw up a list of possible candidates and then the mayor (!) who's never seen any of the interviewees chooses the lucky bitch to get the job.
What kind of a silly system is that?
But it doesn't really matter cos I know I won't be on the list.
Have a new job interview next Tuesday.
Piglet also completely fucked up her first driving exam this week. Poles are not meant to be hit. Not even when hugely nervous. So Wout, no points for you (thought I'd pass it in one time). Let's hope Dimi had the right answer in my little poll of "how many times will Piglet take her test", (2 times) and not Ellen (4 times)... Parents were a bit peeved by loss of money over it (36 Euro, next time: 93 Euro) and driving instructor has already phoned to see how I did. *gulp* Merlina thinks I might have a new stalker.
I'm totally and utterly fucked up sick. Flu-ish and stomache ache yesterday, stomache upset and killer headache today. I'm suspecting it might just be stress again, which pisses me off to no end! If you've got to feel like shit, at least feel like shit because of a decent cause, not because you make yourself ill.
Petra sent me a (late) birthday present today! Consisting of lots of things, including huge amounts of chocolates and sweets. Which Merlina immediately declared her breakfast! Thanks Pet :).
My Secret Mobile SockDrawer worked a treat as I hid my kitty-socks from Merlina's feet for three whole days! Merlina is also known as a prime SockThief, so a secret sock-hiding place is no luxury around here. Well. It's not so secret anymore I suppose... but at least it worked for three days!
Tomorrow Merlina and I are interviewed by a bunch of kids for their school project "interview with a gay/les/bi person". Why do we do this to ourselves??
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Blogging when the girlfriend is here is not easy. Not only are there better things to do when she's here (like telly, of course) but she also has a tendency to use the computer herself, blogging, checking her viewing figures and commenting on other people's blogs. Meanwhile I am exiled to the bed, reading or watching tv. Now she's off to Kortrijk (I dropped her off at the station, in direct violation of my learner's driving permit) for a "handballtraining" (that's what she tells me) so I've got my computer to myself for a little while. I'm following her over to Kortrijk later tonight.
So what happened this week? I fucked up another job interview. The one I needed a knowledge of the law for? Well they weren't kidding. They quizzed me and I had to answer "I don't know" more than anything else. Also, they subjected me to roleplaying. And not the "nurses and doctors" kind either. Yuck. Felt like a complete idiot. Procedure is as follows: the interviewers draw up a list of possible candidates and then the mayor (!) who's never seen any of the interviewees chooses the lucky bitch to get the job.
What kind of a silly system is that?
But it doesn't really matter cos I know I won't be on the list.
Have a new job interview next Tuesday.
Piglet also completely fucked up her first driving exam this week. Poles are not meant to be hit. Not even when hugely nervous. So Wout, no points for you (thought I'd pass it in one time). Let's hope Dimi had the right answer in my little poll of "how many times will Piglet take her test", (2 times) and not Ellen (4 times)... Parents were a bit peeved by loss of money over it (36 Euro, next time: 93 Euro) and driving instructor has already phoned to see how I did. *gulp* Merlina thinks I might have a new stalker.
I'm totally and utterly fucked up sick. Flu-ish and stomache ache yesterday, stomache upset and killer headache today. I'm suspecting it might just be stress again, which pisses me off to no end! If you've got to feel like shit, at least feel like shit because of a decent cause, not because you make yourself ill.
Petra sent me a (late) birthday present today! Consisting of lots of things, including huge amounts of chocolates and sweets. Which Merlina immediately declared her breakfast! Thanks Pet :).
Tomorrow Merlina and I are interviewed by a bunch of kids for their school project "interview with a gay/les/bi person". Why do we do this to ourselves??
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