Friday, August 24, 2007

The Week To Come...

I’m off to a bachelor party in Amsterdam tomorrow. I don’t smoke, I hate nightclubs and I’m only an occasional drinker. I’m going to be sooo in my element, sketching the town red.

Also, I’m off to Portsmouth for that job I might want. It’s not where I want to live and the pay is not so good. But it is a job, and all progress is progress. And its not in Stoke – thats a BIG plus.

Anyhow, here is me new favourite actor, Robert Z’Dar, star of such films as Maniac cop and Tango and Cash.

Behold him, him and his massive face…

Subliminal Message of the Day: "Now Call the Chief" - in 1978, Kansas TV station KAKE-TV was given permission to place this subliminal message, along with an image of a pair of glasses, an image said to be significant, in a TV report in an effort to catch the BTK serial killer. The attempt was unsuccessful.

Sunday, August 19, 2007

Angry, Angry, Angry.

Two weeks! Over two weeks have passed since I sat for a day in the offices of Autotrader doing writing tests. Have they offered me the job? Have they rejected me for the job. I don’t know, because they haven’t bothered to phone me.

They tell you it’ll be a week, so you wait patiently as the deadline passes and think, well, maybe there’s a delay, and you wait a bit longer, and then suddenly over two weeks has passed and it dawns on that you probably haven’t got the job because if you had you wouldn’t have been left in the lurch like this.

Things just generally are working out. I only got my unemployment benefit last week, that’s almost 6 weeks since I applied for it and I only got that because I had to chase it up when it wasn’t paid. Apparently there was a problem, they said they’d phone me back tomorrow, they didn’t, so I phoned up and within ten minutes they said, it’ll be in your account tomorrow morning. It was eventually there by the afternoon.

I wouldn’t have needed the unemployment benefit because a friend offered my some work painting houses. But its been raining solidly all week, so no money there.

Well at least I’ve got another job interview. It’s for the New Theatre Royal in Portsmouth. I’m not sure I want to live in Portsmouth, it’s not very well paid, and they’ve set me tasks to complete and there will be a second interview, which takes the mickey a little bit, but at least they’re paying for travel expenses. Which is more than Autotrader did.

And still no sign of any money.

The cracks are getting deeper……..

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Bad Omens

So last Thursday I ventured forth to Wimbledon for my 2nd interview, or as it was called 'A Day in the Life of the Editorial Team' or as it turned out to be, a series of short writing tests.

As I was riding the tube on my way there, my friend Moira was reading her stars in the Metro. For a laugh, I decided to have a look at mine...

Self doubt spreads through your day
with previously easy tasks seeming
inexplicably tough. Call on support
from those who love you - and can
tolerate your miserable mood long
enough to help.

What the f**K!!!

Screw you Metro, just what I need, a prophecy to fulfill.

As it happens, thing went OK. I'm down to the last 3 and am just waiting to hear back from them, which I will by the end of the week.

Please, please, I don't want to live in Stoke no more.

No Ro-man, he's not worth it!