Rant continued...
So, I've been turned down for a job that I was headhunted for - approached by the firm directly (not through an agency). I made the effort to go meet them and they've clearly decided that, well, whatever, I don't have the job.


My current job has turned from a fucking bed of roses to a pile of shit. All because of the interference from the boss's missus. Who is moving in soon enough.


And I'm annoyed with Mr Psyche. He lives 100 miles away, and we don't see each other often, but are going away tomorrow morning for a romantic weekend (not in the mood I'm in now), and so I asked him what he'd want for dinner tonight, to which he replied that he wasn't going to try to coe up for dinner because he'd stay in to have din dins with his sister before setting off.


And somehow, fr some unknown female reason, this has irked me just beyond the point at which I can pretend to be civilised.

Grrrrrr.


So I'm venting. Sorry. Know you'll be better listeners than the dog!
(Psyche finishes work at the end of June! Yay!!!, Thu 26 Feb 2009, 14:07, Reply)