Lol at workplace pissedness. I worked in banking when I was younger. Pub lunch in 2 shifts on a friday was The Law. And when I moved into management the team quarterly meeting always started at 1pm on a friday afternoon and finished sometime Friday night.
We had a smoking room in the bank as well. And I worked for a sales company where people smoked at their desks. We all used to answer the phones puffing away and lit each others fags if you got stuck on a long call so they didn't hear the flickof the lighter. Seems mad as fuck now to think about stuff like that.
madame my back is much better thank you. Odd twinge picking anything heavy up but it's 95% better.
Had a Big Flap today. Email from university 'further to your previous email inviting you for an interview next tuesday please see attached bollocks....'. Other email had gone into bloody spam folder so I missed it. Anyway, have an interview Tuesday. Got some English and Maths assessments to do plus an interview. Bit frustrating as it's the first day of Cheltenham but I want to get the interview done and know where I am with it all so it's tough, it had got to be done.
Now need to order my GCSE results from 1993 as I no longer have them. Fml. My old school merged with anothet years ago, am not really in touch with any previous school friends and have not a fucking scooby do who my exam board was AND it's £47 per application so I definitely need to be sure which exam board it was. Going to call the school mine merged with and cross my fingers that they will be able to tell me which exam board.
If not, a maths teacher at dds school went to my school and will ask her to ask him. She will be mortified but needs must and all that.
But at least I have an interview. Am probably going to have a drink tonight to celebrate that and it's also 12 years since MIL died so will raise a glass to her as well.
Also have PMT and am stressing about the interview and the tests. Have been sent a piece of writing to familiarise myself with. Not a clue what we are going to be asked about it though. Which is worrying. Especially as my GCSEs and A levels seem a lot less complex than what dd is doing. Should be ok with the maths and I can obviously read and understand the piece, and do some wordy bollocks about it but if they ask me to start looking for subjugated verbs (is that a thing even?) I will be fucked.