Rejection hurts

I didn’t get the job and yes I was very disappointed. I did fine in the test and thought the interview went well but all to no avail. Harriet told me that that a temp was doing the job and had applied for the role that I applied for so it was obvious that the temp would get the role. If I had of known this beforehand I wouldn’t have applied. My last resort was Asda and even they have blown me out. When I came out of the OU interview I picked up a voice message from Asda telling me that the training day was cancelled and that they would be touch. Yeah right.

I feel total disillusioned with the whole job thing and am not sure where to go next. Maybe I need to volunteer or maybe I should go back to the cleaning. I am taking a week off the job hunt but Sue tells me there is a 2 day job fair at the Centre MK next week so maybe that will open a few doors. I certainly hope so, feels like all the doors are being slammed right in my face.

With all this cold weather I haven’t really been out anywhere. Ian picked me up last Wednesday evening and me and Sue went for a meal at Giraffe at Kingston. It was nice but we were all done by half seven so we got a taxi back to my flat. I am such a lightweight these days.

Phil had big problems with downloading programmes for his course on Friday and Saturday and nearly lost the will to live. This MSC course seems to be ruling our lives, I try and remind myself that Phil wanted to do this course but I have to say he doesn’t seem to be enjoying it very much. Maybe now that the IT department at Cranfield have finally managed to resolves Phil’s computer problems, things will start to improve. One can only hope.

On Sunday Phil picked up Georgina from the train station and drove to Melton Mowbray to see mum. They went to the Bowls Club for lunch to celebrate mum’s birthday which is actually today. Happy Birthday Mum! Harriet came to the flat for lunch and afterwards we went shopping at Costco. It was jam packed and it was a nightmare just to get parked. Harriet got a few bits and I got tea bags. 

I was expecting Phil back from Melton around 5’ish and was surprised to get a call from him about that time to say that he had broken down on the A46. Luckily I have just renewed our breakdown policy and had got one that included national recovery. Both he and Georgina plus the car got brought back to Days garage in Blakelands and they then walked from the roundabout back to the flat. By this time it was 7pm; the plan was to drive Georgina back to the train station in my car but when Phil went to start my car my battery was as flat as a pancake. Apparently, I had not shut my car door properly so the interior light had drained my battery. Georgina had to get a taxi to the station.

I was up bright and early yesterday and put a call into Green Flag to come and charge my battery. I got a call at half seven to say they were busy and it would be at least another hour. Phil had to be in Cranfield for lectures so I got dressed and walked to the garage in Blakelands to drop off Phil’s car key. Luckily for me they had a courtesy car. I drove this back to the flat so Phil could drive to Cranfield and waited for Green Flag. They eventually turned up at half nine, they got my car started and I drove round for half an hour to charge up the battery. Not the best start to a Monday morning. I didn’t do much yesterday, I went to the gym and made a curry and that was about it.

You would have thought I’d had enough funerals this year and even I thought that Marie’s funeral would be the last for 2014 but oh no. Last week two of mum’s friends died. Alf died on Monday at Leicester Infirmary. He was frail and had had a few falls this year but his death was not expected. George (Phil’s dad’s best German friend) died last Thursday. George had been in and out of hospital all year so we didn’t expect him to last much longer. I am going to take mum to Alf’s funeral on Friday and will stay overnight as I don’t want to drive back in the dark, especially on a busy Friday night. George’s funeral is next Thursday and I think Phil is going to try and take mum to that one. God knows, there is only so many funerals a girl can do. I will be glad when 2014 is finally over.