I HAVE AN INTERVIEW!

OK, so it's at the menswear shop which wasn't exactly at the top of my list, and I haven't even filled an application form in or anything, but still, RESULT. The manager sounded nice on the phone as well, which should help put me at ease in the interview so I don't screw it up. Of course, he may just be doing it out of the course of politeness, or give me one look and think yeah, perhaps not. At least something came out of that tedious morning of traipsing around Thame.

Of course, it hasn't escaped my notice that my being not a man may not be very useful for a menswear shop. Also, as presumably lots of men visit it, if I were to be one of few women there there's a possibility of me being perved at. But that's a risk I'm willing to take. If the pay's good. Hell, I'm just stunned that he bothered to contact me in the first place. I don't yet know if 'Fiano' had any such luck.

So, as it's on Monday, I'm going to spend all weekend thinking up possible answers to possible questions and practising being helpful and enthusiastic. I'm a good liar, so I should be alright...

The past few days have been spent at my '6th form induction course' ie 'big waste of time'. Yesterday wasn't too bad, as it was doing teambuilding exercises out on the field and I didn't mind my alloted team. Today, however, was one of the most boring days of my life ever, which is saying something as remember, I used to have to do Physics once a week.

(That's a lie, actually. Physics was usually quite entertaining thanks to the company I kept- though I could have done without Mr Cullen's pet smell. Really, what is it with male science tachers? Every one that I can remember has had either really bad BO or a strange musky scent, like wet badger.)

We had people come talk to us about study skills, motivation, and other such stuff that I knew about already and didn't want to spend two precious hours of my life pretending to care about. Then in the afternoon, we had a bunch of teachers tell us that we had to work really, really hard or else fall flat on our arses, be thrown out of school and enjoy a life of floor sweeping at McDonalds. Well, that's what I read between the lines anyway.

Oh, and I have homework to do. Had I known that taking history AS would involve holiday homework, maybe I wouldn't have chosen it. Still, a 1000 word essay isn't too hard, right?

Maybe I'll be too busy working at the Menswear shop to do the essay. That'll be a good excuse.