Today saw the arrival of my first rejection letter.? Gosh, job hunting is depressing. I fear there will be more to come. I also rang a headhunter person today. She told me to send her my CV, so I dutifully composed an email and sent it without attaching my CV. I wonder does this convey quite the impression I was hoping for.
Last night Mr. Waffle and I had the following conversation:
Mr. W: University Challenge is on in 5 minutes.
Me: I know, but we’ll be finished dinner by then.
Mr. W: Have you got your glasses for the picture round?
Me: I can’t remember where I left them…
Mr. W: Are we 70?
Indeed. Anyway, watching University Challenge with Mr. Waffle is truly depressing because he squirrels away useless information so that he can answer all the questions. As half the fun is shouting out the right answer when you know it and he knows all the answers my enjoyment is curtailed. A compromise has emerged. When I know the answer, I shout “don’t answer it” and zoom in with the answer. Mr. Waffle then says right or wrong, before Jeremy Paxman does. Hey, don’t knock it, it works for us.
In an effort to add lustre to our social life we are actually going to leave the house this weekend to go to a party. Our regular babysitter is busy so I spent the evening trying to find a substitute. You will be relieved to hear that success attended my efforts. Details of the glittering social function will doubtless be posted in due course.