The Interview
The hot sun hits me between the eyes and my stomach feels like I’ve swallowed a butterfly farm, nerves have definately set in. I’ve forgotten my sunglasses, squinting probably isn’t the best thing to do, oh crap, I’ve forgotten what I’m supposed to remember, when was it built?, how many stores do they have?, what do they sell, and oh crap, what’s my name?.
OK just breathe, it’s not going to be as bad as I think it is, I’m sure who ever is interviewing me is going to be nice, and nerves are expected at interview anyway. OK it’s a shop interview I don’t have to recite particle physics, which is good, that’s good, I can relax about that. Right OK so now I’m really early, but that’s OK, better than being late.
Are people looking at me thinking she looks nervous, wearing black and white, that’s definately an interview outfit, especially when I get my notes out to check my job description and my unique skills.
The shop is deserted, is that a good thing?, with no customers would I get bored in this job?, will I have enough to do.
It’s a woman interviewer that’s good, I don’t know why, it just is, and she’s smiling, that’s a good sign.
The interview goes well, she’s nodding and smiling in all the right places, and I’m being as polite, diplomatic and optimistic as I can, I use the words enthusiastic and friendly as much as possible, and my smile is fake, but It gives a good first impression, thank god my teeth are nice and shiny.
Afterwards I felt I gave a good impression of myself, all chirpy and enthusiastic, I’m off again with that word.
I now feel like a weight has been lifted, I almost feel light headed. I feel like treating myself after that, shops, chocolate, and I deserve it.
Who would have thought a simple thing like an interview would be so stressful, you do wonder, why are they are, after all who doesn’t need a job these days?.

People watching

People watching is fun, you see lots of different types of people go by every minute of the day. Some are beautiful and striking and you can’t take your eyes off them, whether it’s a man or woman, they exude confidence as they stride past in amazing outfits, with their heads held high, wearing the most expensive looking dress or outfit, and they make it look effortless, their the lucky ones, because everyone else is cheap in comparison.
Some people just don’t care about their appearance, they are the ones in jogging outfits, even if they don’t jog, or do any sort of exercise except walking around town window shopping. There are also the gaggle of teenagers that walk around in next to nothing on, even in winter, and some really don’t know how to dress for their body shape, 17 year old big girls in hot pants or denim shorts is not an attractive look, despite their confidence and their coolness rating.
Hen parties walk past wearing their pink sashes with boppers on their heads which flash as they walk, and the assumed bride to be carrying an inflatable man, always a great gimmick, but how long will he last if enough drunk students with pins get anywhere near him. And how about the stag do’s walking around in fancy dress, so far I’ve seen superman, super ted and banana man walk past, but I’m none the wiser which one is actually the stag, but they seem to be having fun, now danger mouse has joined them and has bought with him a six pack of beers, as if they needed more drink, they already seem to be swaying.
Family groups walk past in colourful shirts and tops and carrying cameras, I suspect they are not from here.
Then there’s gaggles of young looking students and I hear they are not speaking English, that means foreign exchange students, the older ones are probably doing schemes with somewhere like Oxfam to improve their English ( I’m writing this first hand as I volunteer for Oxfam).
A group of middle age women walk past giggling infectiously and in clothes meant for women at least once their junior. A night out for the girls springs to mind, to go with the groups of middle age men sitting outside the nearest pub in the warm summer evening, and goggling at the young girls walking past or commenting on the women’s outfits, well I say commenting, more like shouting at them, things like ‘Al right lovely’ and ‘Wotcha gorgeous’ which in my mind are the same phrase, I think I would prefer something like ‘hello sexy’, preferably by someone looking like Johnny Depp or Chris Pratt, but that’s just fantasy. I do see some rather fanciful men stride past, I glance in their direction and wonder what if, what if a not too drunk handsome man accosted me in the street and told me I was gorgeous, what would I say, would I be able to say something, or just smile and go bright red, or smirk and not believe him and make a joke about it. It all comes down to confidence and willingness to embrace the fantasy, the what ifs.