pmsumner

I have an interview. 1645 today, for what has potential to be the dullest job in the world, but I don't care, because it is an interview. It's an interview with T-Mobile, for their call centre in Greenock. Ofc if I do get the job I can't reasonably commute from here, though doing it from Glasgow would be perfectly acceptable.

I'm actually really hopeful about this. It's direct (no agencies involved), the person on the phone seemed really keen and I didn't fuck up *g*. *goes giddy* Yikes, I need to be gone from here by 1430. I need to iron a shirt! I need to iron some trousers! I need to shave properly, eeep! Only two and a half hours to get ready - damn I sound like a women *G*

(Oh, this comes after a half-hour phone interview, whoohoo)