A few hours ago I found myself atop a casino/cinema complex, with a pint of moderate lager in hand and a cascade of thoughts pouring forth through my head…I wasn’t tempted to jump but had I been, there was some anti suicide netting to stop me but I really should start at the beginning…
Today I went for a job interview and the usual thing happened, getting put in a room where the other ‘contestants’ and I in the game could eye each other up looking for weaknesses and make snap judgements which were predictably wrong. I don’t mind that sort of atmosphere because usually I just hum Chesney Hawke’s classic number one I Am The One and Only, over and over in my head and hope I don’t look to weird.
We got into the flow of things and it was quite fun, not the usual dull group session-y bit but the finding out about people. Everybody is by nature nosy and it was eye-opening to hear of so many well travelled people who had done lots of things. where I come from the majority of people tend to not have aspirations to do such things but these people were fascinating.
Special mentions must go to Monika, whom we all privately agreed would get through to the next round and promised to read the blog and Olivia – who formed one part of the trio I named I the ‘Mansfield Massif’ – who not only also agreed to read my words but got me thinking as I like to do.
It was with Liv that I partook of my pint in a very nice bar, after being told we weren’t wanted for the next round. We decided to be a little bitter and having nothing else to do, alcohol always helps. To say we had only just met we had a candid conversation about life and got to know each other better than two people stuck in a lift, which is rare for me, but perhaps i am too inward looking.
It’s nice to be reminded that there are opportunities out there, something I often assume to be true but get the feeling a lot pass me by, probably through my own fault. I was buoyed up by talking to somebody new who had experiences and thoughts that fuelled my own, so I guess the moral of the story is…every set back is an opportunity for something, in this case a blog post and even a reminder to get that first novel finished.
I had a lot more to say but for once was without my trusty journal and my phone was low…I’m sure it’ll all come back once this is posted to my regret. I shall be catching up with all your blogs soon as well so please forgive my tardiness of late.