Monday

the wife's been to two job interviews today. fuck its more difficult to get a job in Lakeland than to get in the bleeding army! One hour long interview in a hotel, no less, and if you get the gold phone call at the week end another in the shop! it was strongly intimated that ringing up the shop to ask pertinent questions would be viewed well...Another reason im unemployable, id just crack and say , "give me the money and ill turn up on time and not steel anything." And again the wife specified hours which they might not like 16 to 30 hours max, they did question that because what they really want is people who say they will drain their blood so the managers can bath in it...The other one was some letting company, she reckons it was Ok which could mean it was crap or was good, who knows. If its about property they are probably just reptiles in suits.

Tomorrows wife has to go back to old work and get the git faced mananger who gave her the sack to sign the mortgage insurance in an appropriate way....which means redundant or due to office reorganisation... not "given the sack" which she wasn't. If he wont play ball then we are fucked. In my experience anyone holding power over "Fuckedness" of ones life invariably exorcises the opportunity to fuck it up, its a rule i've not known broken. I don't hold out much hope , though the wife does.

I wonder what he will put?.. seeing as they basically refused to say why she was "let go"