Future phone interviews, my Bleary Godmother, and dreams of Bill Murray.

My grumpiness has paid off, I’ve got a phone interview for a call centre tomorrow. I applied not long after I made my last post and got a call on my mobile early this morning asking if I could come in for an “information session,” which seemed like a quick way of seeing who was really wanting the job without having to bother with one-on-one interviews. It was good to see my competition was a motley crew of nutters and stoney faced miserable cunts. Full-time work and a permanent position as well, not bad all things considered. I was told it was a largely inbound job so can’t see there being any great chance of earning extra money with a commission. Still, it’s four times as much as I’m making just now so I’m not turning my nose up at it. The office I was in absolutely stank of hash for some reason.

Once I got back in the house I sat down, looked out the window at the blue skies and sunshine and thought about how nice it would be if I had a little joint to go with it. Fate must be feeling generous today because right on cue my phone started ringing and it was my Bleary Godmother who I haven’t heard from in ages. We took business together so knew all about the ups and down, pitfalls and ramifications of the town running dry of decent grass. Supply and demand, TQM, various other buzzwords that I’ve already forgotten the definition of. Now I’ve got something to do tonight, had something to do in the morning, but am struggling to make myself productive in the empty bit in between. I’ll have to get out and find a way to use my new favourite word: fuck-shite. Eg “That feckin’ bastard is a useless fuck-shite.” Try and tell me you don’t love it.

My sleep schedule has been all messed up over the past couple of days. Instead of sleeping all through the night I’ve been getting maybe four or five hours, getting up, then later on taking another few hours. Can’t think of much reason for it, just been fragmented, keeping me going but not really wide awake and refreshed. Had some completely mental dreams as a result. I’d describe them, but it’s too convoluted in the way dreams can be for everyone bar the dreamer, and I’m trying to maintain that I’m a sane, normal, employable fella, so the one with Bill Murray and spectral basketball player will have to wait. I’m going to use them as the basis of the horror film I’ll make one day.