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Date: 31 December 1969 23:59:59
Had an interview with an agency this morning but wasn't at my best. Still felt dopey from the tablet I'd taken to help me sleep the night before. Had to be up at 6am to get to Central London - bleurgh.
The cold weather didn't help appearances - you are advised too make an impact with the way you dress (first impressions and all that). I'd dressed for warmth and comfort, my nose and cheeks were flushed and my hair a mess cos of wearing a hat.
Then again stuff impressions - at least I was warm when setting off for home seeing as the snow was falling heavily.
Was annoyed with w*rk and myself. I was offered to be put forward for a temp job I'd have loved but they wanted me to start Monday. Despite my boss saying they'd be flexible over me leaving she got in a right strop on the phone. Think I've missed the opportunity - could kick myself for not having the courage just to walk out...
I know why she wants me there - with the accounts person leaving she's left holding the fort and despite strings of qualifications she can't cope. Tough titty.
She wants me there to handle the cock ups and complaints because of recent management decisions - why should I? Her decision - her problem.
On a lighter note - the snow is lovely. Crunched underfoot as I made my way home from Holborn. The light seemed brighter and everything was so quiet. Noticed how silently the snow falls, landing gently on your body and slowly melting.
The kids loved it - apparently my god daughter was trying to catch the snow falkes on her tongue. Their mother did the best thing - took all their wellies and warmer clothes with her on the school run, parked the car one end of the park and allowed the children time to enjoy snowballs and other games. It made them late but as she said "it's so rare to have snow in London"