Copy.

I need to write an ass kickingly good letter to get myself a promotion at my new job. Possibility has come up for a few of us to get the position, and they haven't told us how many positions there will be so quite a lot of people are applying and very possibly all for one job. Although I reckon there will be two available.

I'm qualified and experienced enough. But can I write good enough copy to get myself considered? And more to the point, am I likeable enough? Because at the end of the day, despite best intentions for equality and all that shit, I know that will come into it. And I don't know if I have endeared myself enough in the past week.

Watch this space. I'm off to go flex my first class honours dissertation writing fingers.

Engaging.

L & S from Morocco are engaged. That's the second couple in as many weeks. I have a feeling this is going to be a bit of a recurring theme over the next couple of years, although right now I can only think of one other pair in particular that I'm expecting it from any time soon.

I think there are expectations from others of myself and M to tell you the truth.
Not that they are unfair expectations, I have a certain amount of expectation myself (ahem, within the next 12-18 months). Although I have already made it clear that the ball is in his court for that one. And if that ball is not served within a reasonable amount of time, then its a double fault. Actually I'll give up on that incredibly lame tennis analogy - in simple terms, if I'm left hanging for too long then enough is enough. Not that we can afford anything any time soon. Oh well, we'll see how things go. J & B were the first of any of my personal friends (rather than acquaintances) to get engaged, and it feels a bit weird having friends get engaged around you when you yourselves don't know when you'll get around to it. But as I said - hopefully not too late!

I've got one of those eye blister things. I know I know, I sound dog rough. It's not really though, I don't even know if its actually a blister as such. Just a sore bit on the rim of my eyelid. Not nice. Hurts every time I blink. I can't remember if it is to do with tiredness or stress. Either way, I should go to bed now. Unfortunately two small naughty dogs have sneaked into my bed and need to be turfed out first.

Holding one's breath.

I would claim I've been busy, but I fear that would be a big fat lie. Well, perhaps not quite a lie of big and fat proportions, but certainly a little on the plump side.

Since previous postings, I have ditched my last job and started at a new one, attended an extended period of jury service, lasted to the all important five year mark (!) with M...and have managed to squeeze in a wee bit of the old celebrity spotting in the meantime. Oh yes. Heat magazine would be proud.

Ultimately the headhunting was not to be. I turned out to be a bit of a natural at it (yes really), but it was just too mind-numbing.

Also, as the weeks turned into months, I started to realise that this particular business is very likely to go under. It hasn't as yet, but it will do. Maybe before the end of this year, maybe early next year. Either way, I got out.*

I'm sure there are plenty of sayings to communicate not sitting about waiting for something to come crashing down on you, but whatever they are I cannot for the life of me remember them. I'm sure they are incredibly ineffective and useless sayings anyway.

Which leads me on to my jury service - 5 weeks!! Yes really. I have more than done my public duty. I think society owes me one. I had to postpone starting at my new job to waste time listening to the foolish dealings of a white collar criminal. And what utterly foolish dealings they were.

So then I eventually started my new job. Yesterday. And immediately had to sign a "blogging policy" to say that if I am a blogger/facebooker/use the internet in any shape or form, I am not to mention where I work. Not to explicitly give the company name or even to allude to it in such a way that renders it obvious.

Sounds like I work for somewhere James Bond wouldn't feel out of place in, doesn't it?

I don't. Not by any stretch of the imagination. Well actually, if one were to think outside the box I guess its not beyond the imagination. But anyway. Nowhere exotic. But nowhere I can discuss either. Not with the signed blogging policy still weighing on my mind anyway. Give me a few months and I'll have forgotten.

So I can't discuss my jury service in any depth really, which took up the last 5 working weeks of my life. And I can't discuss my new job either. And actually, I shouldn't really discuss my recent run-ins with celebs/sort-of-famous-or-and-talented people, as I think I signed something at my other job that prevents me from doing so. But I can't remember who it specifically applied to, as it didn't cover all of them.

So that just leaves my personal life. Which isn't up to much discussion, as its really rather dull. This evening for instance, I was seriously looking forward to settling down with Sky + to watch Strictly and X Factor, with my parents. Truly, these days that is my ultimate Saturday evening. And I have to confess, it was thoroughly enjoyable. Although Len Goodman was very grumpy tonight.

And that is basically all my news, give or take a bit. Since July. Oh actually, I forgot - the dog had her biannual haircut this week. How could I possibly say my life isn't full? Looking forward to Strictly/X Factor Saturdays and pet haircare. What's dull or inane about that?


*The credit crunch is not really to blame for this. Headhunting in the healthcare sector is not really an issue, as the NHS needs to function regardless. It was just on a dangerous downward spiral, caused by (I hate to say it as the MD was lovely, but) poor management. Bit fed up of the failing businesses/credit crunch bandwagon.