Today's the day!

I'm applying for a new job in the company that I really don't think I'll get. Having said that, I've done the application process - doctored the CV to make me look better than I ever was, written the appalling cover letter to espouse said "credentials". Now all I have to do is send it all off, have the interviews and be told that someone has got the job.

This would suck.

Why?

Because basically, I'm currently doing the job that I'm going for. Well, at least part of it. As an extension of my current daily duties, I've taken on a certain role that will be covered by this new position, and it's more interesting than my actual day to day.

So... when I don't get the new job and new blokey is installed in the position, the interesting part of my job will disappear along with my hopes. To make matters worse, I'll probably be asked to come in and help train the new person. Talk about a double whammy and adding insult to injury.

Do I wanna work myself up to this world of pain? Why not. It's the third internal job I've gone for, and I'm becoming good at the masichist stuff.

Missing the white stuff?

No. Not the stuff in the middle of an oreo.

I was at a preview screening of Alfie this past weekend, and for some reason, the winter scenes really hit me. I think I miss snow. Mainly the fun aspects of it, as I still recall all too well being sprayed with slush standing at street corners on my way to work.

There's the whole trekking through the woods after a snowfall, making snow angels, just the whole winter wonderland aspect that a white coating brings to an otherwise drab existence.

Here in London, we DO get snow. For about 24 hours. It's literally a flying visit, as most of it is blown away a day after it arrives, as the temperature creeps up.

Now if you stick around, you might hear me lament the changing of the autumn colours!

Whaddya say?

So, I'm on the train this morning and there's this really REALLY fit blonde girl who's obviously looking at me. I know this, cuz she's doing the stuff I do when I spot a tasty lady I can't keep my eyes off. I can feel her looking at me as I read the paper, and as I look up at her, she darts her eyes away. Too funny.

I was worried to start with that I was disfigured in some way - something on my face? Bovril smear or toothpaste in the corner of my face? You see, I don't get "the eye", so I'm not used to it. The "stink eye" maybe.

Having told this to a co-worker today (you have to if it doesn't happen to you that often!), I was asked why I didn't approach this girl on the train.

Call it shyness, call it what you want, but I wouldn't really know what to say or how to begin a cold conversation like that. I'm sure a silk-tongued smoothie would have no trouble and I guess that's why I'm single.

Flattered that I was eyed up by a tall fit blonde, but God... do I lose my bottle quick or what.