*WARNING - LONG BLOG*
To get the news out of the way, I've been recieving pat responses that whiff vaguely of the farmyard from the recruiting agency that deals with BNFL, along the lines of 'We've no idea where it is, or why we haven't got it', 'I can't tell you when you'll know', and the cracker; 'Well, you probably won't miss the assessment centres, I mean, there is one in January.'
Something that was amusing was the fact that they had assessments for the people that didn't actually turn up, even if the forms just had 'ABSENT' scrawled across them.
I have another interview, this time for a collaborative research project between an environmental building services company and the advanced instrumentation people at UCL. It's good money, and only a 2 year placement in London. The interview's on the 16th, in Dunstable, but I'm not entirely sure why.
There you go.
I'm listening to: The Charts, although again, I'm not sure why. Emma B has pulled down the wrong faders once or twice, and her opening pun made an appearance on one of our R1 jingles, I'm sure. I've been called a flagrant conspiracy theorist before, so feel free, I won't mind.
I'm reading: William Burroughs: The Naked Lunch. If you need any encouragement to stay away from drugs for the rest of your life, then read this book. Or, to save time, next time you see me, ask me about it and then take a good look at my face.
I'm writing: A brief mathematical treatise on the likelihood of falling down a manhole in any given area, say, the size of Morocco.
I'm thinking: Of ways in which to avoid Christmas more or less altogether without offending anyone. Top idea in this quarter is; 'Number 463: Self-Induced Coma', but seeing as some days I'm not too far off anyway, I'll leave it. Needless to say I'm not feeling too Christmassy right at this moment!
I'm realising: Time flies. Open the window and duck.
Er, other than these and other things, I'm ok. This new interview has perked me up a bit, and I'm not minding the cold. Life is a little empty at the moment, but it feels like a vacancy that will soon be filled. I'm reading a lot, if only to get to the end of this bloody bizarre book.
Not sure if I'm going to make the Warwick Reunion thing...I'm not sure I can afford it!
Alice didn't make it here this weekend, because she isn't too well. I'm not sure that commuting to The City from Winchester every day suits her, what with three hours travel every day meaning that she spends the equivalent of two full working days getting there and home again each week. Poor lass. She might have a flat in the pipeline, so that's good.
I'm debating upgrading my blog so I can host pictures and stuff. I might do it as a Christmas present to myself. We'll see!