Reading Time: 2 minutesYesterday I had a job interview. The interview had taken a lot of work in the form of research and putting together a five mins long presentation.
There were three women who were doing the interviewing. A very friendly manager, a blonde woman who seemed to be new to interviewing and finally pratitioner. The first two seemed open, but the pratitioner seemed to be closed to what I was saying with her body language.
I gave the presentation, answered the interview questions (some of which were more about common sense than the job role) and was informed that they would let me know either that day or Friday.
I recieved a call on arriving home. I did not get the post. Someone with more experience, that had been doing some project work in the service got the job.
Getting the job would have ment a pay rise and a move of house – which would of been hugely positive.
I guess it was like my recent situation (see Good & Bad News). Ofcourse she would have more experience than me, already working in the service.
The feedback was all positive, good presentation, answered the questions well. I stated that I would be looking out for other posts with in the service and she said that she would definitately interview me again. On reflection, I would have reduced the amount of points on my presentation, due to the time allowed.
After the call…
I then decided to make some plans with David for the evening. My suggestion (and it was only a suggestion) was to go to the cinemas. We ended up having an arguement.
I hate to argue because when your busy arguing you are not listening to one another. I have also in the past have been in a relationship were we had massive alcohol-fulled rows, which has created nothing but negativity. And ultimately achieved nothing. I swore after that relationship, that I would not argue again with any subsequent boy friend. So I feel gutted that we have argued again.
Yes, this is not the first time. Over Christmas and New Year we had two arguements. I am aware that I have communication issues sometimes. I leave arrangements to the last second and don’t really reply to texts. The thing is with texts as of recent, is that they take ages for me to write (out of practice) and the reciepitant can’t tell the tone of your voice.
I think we need some space to really look at our relationship. I am absolutely fed up with arguing. This is not the first time we have had a rocky patch (see A mad week!), and I am begining to ask myself is it worth it? The pain and the hurt are not pleasant.
It’s at times like this I say to myself:
Antony. It’s time to pick yourself up off the floor, dust yourself down and carry on.
So over all a rubbish start to January. But I am sure it’ll get better.
My love to all,
Antony
