Talking to myself and feeling old....

It's Monday and it's raining. Well, it was raining this morning and it's still overcast.

I'm entering my 6th week of unemployment, starting to think that the whole quitting business was the wrong idea....of course, had I stayed I would have gone bonkers, and may have ended up being forced out, but at least they would have paid me for a while longer.

People keep asking if I have enjoyed my "break". It has been nice not having to do much except sweep the floor, do the occasional load of washing and look for a new job. But those of you who know me well will be aware that I'm not usually an unrelentingly positive person, especially when it comes to my own abilities. And the Suncorp job knocked me around. Being unemployed has actually been fairly depressing.

So I've got to hope that it's nearly over. I got called back for a second interview last Thursdsay, and I think it went really well. The recruitment agency called on Friday to ask for a list of referees so they can do a reference check. I heard from one of my referees today that she had been contacted, and asked to reply by today if possible. My fingers are crossed, because at this stage, I think good references = new job. I hate this part where I have no control over it. All I can do is hope that it all comes out positive.

I will be going for a walk this afternoon. There are two parcels waiting for me at the post office. I think it's the knitting wool and cotton I bought on eBay. All I've got to do now is get that job to pay for it!

I hope the Mamas and Papas are wrong.

"Monday, Monday, can't trust that day,
Monday, Monday, sometimes it just turns out that way....."