It would appear that the company I work for is once again hemorrhaging cash like theres no tomorrow and I’m looking down the barrel of redundancy it was announced last week.

As luck would have it after the heads up I got from Secret Squirrel about this impending doom, the jobs I’ve been applying for over the last 3 weeks finally scored me an interview deep in the heart of Swindonia. I took a trip out there after a bit of preparation but despite all the reading before hand the interview was a tough one which is a shame as after asking more about the role, it seems to be a really good job. I get to hear how successful I was next week.

After the grilling, I sat deflated on a park bench watching the world go by. It only took 5 minutes for a passer by to take pity on me. This very large 40 year old lady on seeing that a person from the outside world wasn’t enjoying the delights of Swindonia town centre as much as the other tourists, insisted on sitting next to me and spoke constantly about how crazy her family was. I would hazard a guess too that she was a little on the mad side as well but after half an hour of random chat, I moved on in a happier mood and faith in human nature was once again restored.

I then bought a book, The World According to Clarkson and took up camp in one of the coffee shops and found myself completely relaxed and laughing out loud at old Jezza’s rantings. I always thought that people who laughed whilst reading were either a mental or an immature schoolboy sniggering into his sleeve at the writings of D.H. Lawrence. Its amazing how long you can make a cup of tea last when you’re killing time in the company of a good book.