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I really cannot be bothered with the next… 46 hours of my life and am suffering a severe lack of enthusiasm for it. Unfortunately most of it can’t be cancelled without serious impact on my life or upsetting my friends. I think I need to block out a nice long session with me and my duvet sometime soon. Anyone who would like to live the next couple of days for me (all expenses paid) you’ll need to be at the Colchester job center at 9:40am. Dress smart, you’ve got an interview afterwards.

I’m quite organised when it comes to my diary. I have all my luncheons in there, my Tai Chi sessions, travel time on trains is blocked out, hell, even time walking to and from the train station is accounted for. Looking at the next few days it’s all a little bit hectic. From 18:30 tonight until 17:00 Monday I’ve got stuff going on almost constantly (admittedly one entry is simply ‘die’ for when I get back from clubbing). I think there is a block of 37 seconds on Sunday afternoon that isn’t accounted for It’s going to be fun though. Friday and Monday are effectively going to be working hours due to interviews (yes, we can dispense with the Good Lucks, I’ll either get the job or I wont, luck doesn’t really play any part in it) signing on (so very excited about that ), seeing my vampire and toddling round London and Colchester for various other reasons. Friday ngiht is going to be a late one as a mates band is playing, Saturday is going to be an all day and all night effort what with helping some friends demolish a stupidly large green house and then clubbing all night and somehow I need to sort my sleep paterns out to get up in time to get into London on Monday morning. May have to leave Tuesday as a ‘catch up on sleep’ day

It would appear that my blog is no longer considered to be hardcore pr0n and is now visable at various establishments where before it was not. Welcome back to all those who had to read from home/phones/various other means

So why do you want to work for <insert company name here>?

Well, I have outgoings of x and you are offering me an income of y which is greater than x and so will sustain my lifestyle, you know this, I know this but instead lets offer some complete twaddle about you being market leaders in whatever bullshit area I can think of and gush about how you nurture your staff and how it’s an environment I could work in. Or perhaps we could dispense with the question and I could have that 5 minutes of my life back. Not really sure what the relevance is.

Where do you want to be in 5 years time?

Exactly where I am now. Dossing about on an income provided for me for not actually turning up to work. Absolutely ideal if you ask me, however, this is not a viable long term solution hence me pitching up on your doorstep offering to pimp my services for obscene amounts of cash. Oh, I’m sorry, you’re trying to work out if I’m ambitious or not, well in that case I see myself running the company in 5 years and I think I have the tallent and the balls to do it. Next infuriatingly stupid question please?

God I hate interviews.

…I had something very poignent, and possibly very funny to say which I’d worked out in my head on the way back from the shops but it’s completely slipped my mind. Sorry.

Anyway, I’ve completely failed to find an undersink storage thingy to keep under my kitchen sink tidy. I think internetwebs will need to be consulted for this… oh, I’ve just remembered what I was going to blog, see the next post

I had very fixed ideas of where I wanted to live when I was house hunting. Not location wise (I really didn’t care as long as it was a nice place and commutable), but in terms of what the flat (because I pretty much knew I’d be getting a flat) looked like, what the local area would be like, how big the rooms would be, the type of flooring etc. I managed to get everything I wanted except for a riverside flat. That requirement was putting an extra £100k (at least) on the price and moving me too far away from stations and ameinaties. As it is I’ve got a nice wooded area behind me and a river within easy walk so I get much of the benifit without all the mossies

Anyway, it seems that I am likely to get that wish fulfilled today. It’s absolutely bloody pissing it down at the moment (I’ve had to turn the light on it’s got so dark), my balcony is underwater and if it keeps up at the rate the road out the back is going to be a nice river, which I shall call the River Dom. I’ll also be renaming the local area Domford

As we know I like the word spork, but it seems it doesn’t stop there

So you can now buy one (soon to be some) of my photo’s in fridge magnet and tile/trivet form from the shop at Amazona Zoo, Cromer (this is the only place you can buy my photos from in fact) so get down there and start buying

Sometimes I hate the fact that I default to London Commuter mode on the train. Still, it does mean I got a seat were mere mortals have to stand

Dear NXEA,

Why do you hate me? Is it because I no longer sling over 300 quid a month at you for a season ticket? Might I point out that I regularly throw money at you to get to and from London, Norwich and Cromer and that you are doing quote well in cash from me. Can I also point out I am quite heavily armed today? With that in mind do you think you could at least try and get an intercity into Norwich in time for my connection? It’s not like you even need to be on time. Hell, 15 minutes late and I’ll still make it. So what do you say? Extra hard effort and get this delayed [again] train in before 10:45? Trust me, you don’t want a pissed off me rampaging round the station for 2 hours
Lots of love,

Dom Xxxx