tuesdays.

Mention I didnt like tuesdays?

Brushing teeth before job interview...

Filling in back of top front tooth comes loose.

(Im terrified of dentists)

This doesnt seem like a good omen.

Job location has dizzying combination of crazy carpeting and the kind of cross hatched ceiling tiles that make me fall over. and i mean litterally fall over. They have them in the crisp section at tescos in Duckoland. I have had to be rescued from falling there several times. Im now banned from looking up when there.

Interview doesnt last all that long. Im worried this is a bad sign.

They say they have been interviewing for this one post for two weeks.

My hopes have hit rock bottom.

I wander round carparks for 20 mins trying to find my dad.

Smart "please hire me" shoes make feet hurt.

Try and find soft sandwich in town that wont threaten tooth.

Have to pay £1.40 to go ONE STOP on the metro - its that or go in my tights or buy cheap shoes from primarni...

Get to feel all growed up in my smartness holding my starbucks and metro ticket in one hand, smart bag on shoulder, Dropkicks blaring me-ness back into me thru my ears.

Hobble to be nice to people for a few hours.

Realise form I should have handed in at interview is still in smartbag.

Hopes dig themselves a hole and fall into it.

Get home.

No dentist appointment til 4th march. Unless I can get an emergency one.

Cooks pancakes.

Thinks about further tidying room that is midway thru a tidy and thus a bombsite.

Decide against this.

Sits and pokes at tooth with tongue.

Misses the best friend.

Waits for Ducko to get home.