I am, to use the vernacular, a bit knacked. I went fishing this afternoon after signing on, and it was bloody cold, intermittently rainy, and there was a small child who wanted me to be his friend while he waited for his (probably non-existent) mates to turn up. Other than that I had a great afternoon, netting about 15 fish, two of which were longer than the landing net was wide at it's widest point, and were only landed through some seriously nifty networking (sorry) by Keith.
I lost count because I didn't want to have a definite figure at the end of the day, because until ten minutes before we left, Keith hadn't caught a thing, and well, I didn't want to piss him off. We all have days when things like that happen, and I didn't want to rub it in or make it worse, because, aside from what I actually believe, karma kind of makes sense.
Going Slowly Tribal
Well, they said they'd let me know if I'd got the job either today or tomorrow, and there're no emails from them anywhere.
Tomorrow then.
A Local Paper, For Local People
As a kind of back up plan, which may turn out to be better than the original, I applied to the Isle of Wight County Press to be a Trainee Journalist today. The ad was in, surprise surprise, the County Press on Friday, so I thought, why not? I'll give it a go. Maybe the less I'm qualified for a job, the easier it will be to get. (See: Degree, Engineering, also: Sod, Law of)
Dave's Furry Hamster
After linking to my blog from an actual webpage and everything, my good friend and buddy Dave 'greenhamster' George suggested I put comment spots on my blogspot. I smiled politely at my monitor as he typed away, saying I could paste the appropriate code into the HTML of my page template and all would be well. I bodged it up a few times, as you'd imagine, and in the end he did it for me.
If there are any attractive single women in the Southampton area reading this, I urge you to have sexual intercourse with this man.
For he is good.*
His phone number is available on request. Make a comment - go on!
...and in other news
I recieved a story back in a rejection stylee from a certain magazine today, and it was the one with profanity in that was sent to the wrong address. So that's not really a rejection, then. Well, I know it is, but I'm pretending. That way it's easier to keep sending stories off to them and other places. Either way, it's not much of a blow seeing as I've only really just started, and I know almost for certain that there's a whole monkeyload of rejection still to come.
I can cope.
* In life. In bed, I have no idea, but I have a few phone numbers to find out for you if you're interested...
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