I don't like interviews

I need to get a grip.  We've lost our way over the past few days and we need to take back control of our lives.  

I had an interview for a job yesterday.  Just 10 hours a week, administration and secretarial duties.  It would have suited me down to the ground and I was reasonably confident that I had previous experience that would have stood me in good stead.  I was so pleased to have been called for interview (that in itself is a progression on the other jobs I've applied for) - so I guess my application obviously had some merit.  All I need to do now is control the nerves.  Easier said than done.  I had taken the time to research the job and spent some time preparing answers to possible questions, several of which came up.  I babbled away, trying to mention all the important key phrases, all the time wondering why I was putting myself through this ordeal.  The IT/typing test afterwards was a bit of a disaster :-(.  Anyway, it came as no surprise to have a phone call this morning informing me that unfortunately I had not been successful.  As both N and I have been highly stressed by the whole experience (me going through it, and N having to watch), I don't think I shall apply for any more jobs in the near future.  Sigh.

I've been so out of sorts, I've not even done much sewing.  The only thing I've managed over the last few days is to alter an old work jumper of N's.  It originally had eppauletes and shoulder patches, which N carefully picked to pieces with the seam-ripper (he's a dab hand at unpicking).  Then all I had to do was sew the seams back again and the work jumper is now perfectly serviceable as a plain black V-neck.  

We've been employed as child-minders a couple of days this week, looking after the grandkids during the school holidays.  We had plans to get out and about but the weather wasn't obliging and the picnic had to be eaten in the car, in the mist.  We did manage to plant some pea seeds with them, but we get the impression that all the various electronic gadgets and games that kids have these days seem to hold greater fascination than watching the miracle of plants growing from seed.

My daughter has had to employ Plan B in her search for a new flat.  At least she has a Plan B.  However, we are keeping fingers crossed that Plan A eventually comes good for her.

Tomorrow I shall make a concerted effort to be positive - we were doing so well until the wheels seemed to come off the bus.  I shall make another list, and focus on achieving some of the goals.  The weather is supposed to be improving over the weekend - this winter just seems to have dragged on indefinitely - and hopefully our spirits will improve too.  And it's my birthday soon. :-)