Of Crappy Karma October 23, 2007
Posted by Jen in : Journal , trackbackOh ho ho. Cosmic jollification has come to bite my big, bruised bottom.
After my kind and considerate mumblings about moaning, crumbly patients, guess who fell to bits on the stairs at work yesterday? ‘Ker-runch’, said my ankle, ‘now I plan to swell up bigger than your head and tomorrow you can totter to your interview in your special high-heeled interview shoes and nobody will have any sympathy for you.’
Bloomin Nora. I currently toil in a posh hospitaly sort of place, crammed with doctors in masks, non-smiling nurses and fat physios who stand at the top of the stairs and watch me trying not to say ‘fuck’ very loudly while clutching my ankle and wiping my watering eyes.
And tomorrow is now today and I have to go for an interview for another temp job that I do not want. I will have to pretend to be interested in working for Hastings Council for approximately the same salary an ant earns in Bulgaria.
I must have done something very bad in a previous life. Wish me luck.
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Sorry about the ankle.
But serves you right for speaking contemptuously of crumblies. Comfort yourself with the knowledge that you are still young enough to just “fall over”. At my age, it’s “He’s had a fall”, which is humiliating.
I had one the other day and one of my daughters suggested that it was from geriatric dodderiness. I pointed out sharply that it was from having drunk too much at a party and tripping up, and that I had been getting drunk and falling over since before she was born.
Graze on the forehead which bled profusely and left a spectacular scar, which has been enabling me to tell the check-out girls: “Just a touch of leprosy; I always get it at this time of year”.
Oh Jen, it made me laugh of course, but I am sorry. I am also a bit p**ed off as you have stolen, no used, (almost word for word) my blog post for tomorrow which I wrote today. (Is it cheating to write it the day before?) I too was talking about being cocky and punished by being bitten on the bottom… I shall still use it.
You might score some sympathy points at the interview, though? Anyway, good luck persuading them you belong at the county council!
JJx
I’m sorry Jen but your post did make me laugh (you can so see why JJ and I are friends can’t you!!). I am sorry about your ankle and I do wish you a speedy recovery (am not still chortling…..honest!!).
Good luck with the interview tomorrow
C x
oh no Jen of all the rotten luck…I have my fingers crossed for tomorrow. Your poor ankle…
Um. Sorry. It made me laugh too. And the previous post did as well. Best of luck for tomorrow.
Sorry, I really shouldn’t laugh, but…
Hope the interview goes well and the ankle holds up.
Cx
Tony - I bow my head in shame. I can’t even blame the booze, which makes a change. On the bright side, if I were working at the Kent & Sussex, leprosy might not be too far from the truth…
As for the rest of you, you’re all bloomin rotten!
Oh, Jen, hope the interview goes well. ((()))s
Oh deary me, I can’t help laughing either, but it sounds *exactly* like something I’d do! Hope the interview tomorrow goes better (and the ankle wins you some sympathy points).
P’haps you should just dip into the wine a bit now? Might help the ankle, you never know.
Hugs!
Liz, thanks!
Angie… hmmm, wine you say. Well, being breakfast time here I would normally resist but if you really think it a good idea…
Oh Jen, have to admit to cruel sniggering too. Will your swollen foot fit into high hobbly heel for interview or will you wear one high one and one flip flop:-)
Nasty, mean, medially people for not rushing to your aid and immediately applying sympathy and compensation!
Am wishing you buckets of luck xx
Lane… you’re the one with the luck right now, trust me on that one.
How awful working with someone who won’t talk to you. How utterly spiteful of her. Especially as you were so looking forward to talking to people after your self imposed house arrest.
Good luck with the council job - not collecting the bins, I hope? That said, you’d get an awful lot of book material doing a job like that.
Hope ankle is feeling better. Dr Mya prescribes chocolate. x
You would make SUCH a good character in a novel.
Hope that you’re ok
x