Well, another Valentine’s Day over and a nice one at that. G and I went out for dinner at Giraffe, which was good and the staff were *very* enthusiastic and *very* friendly. If you went there for a quiet evening you might have ended up killing them, but as they gave G four small giraffes (that they normally give to children to go with their drinks), they were certainly in our good books. We’re easily pleased.
I phoned the company who are running the application process for the job I am interested in. There is something slightly wrong (or at least contradictory) in the way the job has been advertised and so I phoned to clarify. They seemed entirely non-plussed by this, although they were very nice and polite, and just said not to worry about it. Not that I was actually worried, I think there has just been a bit of a screw up in the way it’s been done. Nothing disastrous, it’s more that someone failed to check that they were being consistent etc and so they’ve missed something. Anyway, I shall mention it in the covering letter and leave it at that.
I do soooooooo need a new job though and today I have to meet with my head of unit to talk about my career plans for the future (the “where do you see yourself in ten years time” time conversation) and I’ll have to decide if I should just say “well, not working here”. When I was talking to my boss about it a couple of days ago, I was telling him that I have no interest in promotion and the more senior people become in the organisation the more insane and demanding they seem to be. But then I said to my boss “I realise I can’t actually put that down on the form though”. So what did I do? Well, lie, of course, and say that I might consider promotion “in due course” and maybe bigger and greater things in the “longer term”. Yea right... retirement at age 35 more like.