tuesdayyyyyyys are the longest days. so many whys.
I start at 9.30 at a homeless shelter for women doing some counselling there till 1.30. then I go to my usual office and do telephone work until 5pm. then I see clients till 8pm. then I get two buses home. ughhh.
but I get two hours overtime 🙂
I hate the telephone work a lot. i’ve been complaining bitterly about it for weeks. they’re trying to take me off it… but, well, at one point they said “too bad, you’re stuck with it,” and I said, “well in that case i’m leaving,” and they said “fine.” that was highly upsetting, and I applied for another job.
this other job is absolutely fantastic and almost perfect… except it’s full time and a three year contract. that’s a bit more than I want to commit to. but, well, I have an interview for it tomorrow.
my ambivalence at least means I shouldn’t be too nervous. but I am, a bit.. on my walk home from the Valley I was trying to think of what they might ask me, and answering these practice questions out loud. I talked to myself all the way home. but at the end got bored and was horsing around a bit:
actually i’m just a genius of a counsellor, really. pretty much the best counsellor in the universe. sit any client with any possible issue down in front of me and I can guarantee all their problems will be solved after one session, two at most. and so will all their family’s problems. and their chronic illnesses and minor ailments will be completely cured, too. basically you’d be utter morons not to hire me on the spot. you’d really be sorry, I mean, you’d live to regret it. by that I mean i’d hunt you all down if it took me the rest of my days. it wouldn’t be hard. you all told me your names and i’m memorising your faces as we speak.
well i’d hire me.