Anyway, Sarge walked in as I was scrolling through.
‘I’m going to leave the room while you look at these,’ I said.
When I returned, Sarge said, ‘I’d build you a ramp for those 6,000 stairs. And then I’d push you up the ramp. Just so people would know we’re together, you understand.’
And so, (more than) a few days ago, I might have mentioned a new post tomorrow. Tomorrow is today. Since my last post, I’ve been trying to get myself a job. And now I have one. It’s a temp job, but it’s a mighty nifty one.
I start on Monday. The journey has been an interesting one. On the day of my phone interview, I camped by the phone, practicing my phone voice by well, talking to myself.
You know when you’re staring at the phone, and it doesn’t ring? And you might go on Facebook and feed some red goats and then watch Judge Judy, and it still doesn’t ring. And you think: maybe it’s not working?
But it has to be. On the one day you are expecting a call from someone who isn’t either of your parents, of course it’s working. And then you check it , just to be sure. And it ISN’T WORKING? Yep. That happened. And the phone interview happened the next day.
After the interview, I phoned my mother.
‘Hello, it’s me.’
‘Lorna?’
‘Who else is me?’
‘I didn’t recognise your voice.’
‘That’s my work voice.’
‘How nice.’
The phone interview, once it happened, was successful. The next stage was a (really long) second interview day. Somewhere between the tech test and the competency-based interview questions, I got stuck in the bathroom, the wheels wedged between the door and the ‘accessible’ stall that actually wasn’t. I got in, so I got out again, by driving backwards.
The last time I got stuck in a bathroom, I got free beer. This time, I got a job. Although, I like to think I got it on my own merits, my skills outside the bathroom.
I’m enjoying my last days of freedom by reading books, writing one and watching daytime TV while I still can. Of course, yesterday would be the day I realised that Ellen airs here. I wish I’d known this months ago. I could have danced through unemployment.
Speaking of being understood, and Ellen, here’s a clip of The Accent Game. Note what Meryl says about the hat:
Since Sarge and I decided to have our wedding invitations printed, the next question is: What awesome and entirely appropriate quotes will we include on the invitations?
Last night at the pub I may have said, ‘I’ll arm-wrestle you for that one.’ And now I can’t remember which one was on the block.
Anyway, I thought I’d share some words on love that we both love:
“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.”
― Lao Tzu
“We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness—and call it love—true love.”
― Robert Fulghum, True Love
“I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.”
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
“I love you also means I love you more than anyone loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that no one loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that I love no one else, and never have loved anyone else, and never will love anyone else.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer
On Friday, I posted my post and went to the pub. I left my phone safely at home, and instead concerned myself with this delicious beer.
After a few, we came home and I decided to check my email while Sarge brushed his teeth. There were lots of little yellow flags in my gmail inbox, and I discovered I’d been Freshly Pressed. It was the third time I’ve seen my little blog up there. Exciting, as ever.
I’d like to thank everyone who took the time to comment and subscribe, over the weekend or at any other time.
In recent news, I’m sitting here in striped socks and sweats, waiting for tomorrow when I get to take a train and a ferry to an island for some much needed fresh air and free time. I will be unreachable by phone.
What are you up to this weekend?
Please stay tuned for: My Island Diaries: Mull Edition!
I have a three-day work week. Thursdays are my Fridays. In honour of this, I would like to share my most recent internet-find: Princess Bride Bobbleheads. If I get these, they already have a place beside my Wizard of Oz Pez Set.
Because I really do need more junk inspired by my favourite films. Obviously.
Do you have any interesting or weird collections? Or interestingly weird collections?
