Wow, what an eventful week..
Monday: Got home in the evening after sorting a room literally full of stuff for the church féte, and picked up guinea. She squeaked and wobbled off to the edge of the sofa. Her breathing was laboured and she looked uncomfortable. I picked her up again and sat her on my knee. She got down, collapsed so I picked her up and put her on my knee again. She had a small fit there and then and died pretty quickly.
My guinea. :( RIP Nitro. Sleep well my little one. I miss her badly. Every time I go into the living room I go to shout 'guinea!' to hear her squeak and she's not there.
Tuesday, work, then zipped off down to Trunx's house.
Wednesday, woke up, saw Trunx off to work, had a bath then put on my best power dressing clothes to go to Somerset for an interview.
The job is cattery supervisor at West Hatch in Taunton. I gave four hours to get there as I had no clue how long it would take me.
It took an hour and a half. So then I had a little while to drive round and need the toilet. I arrived ten minutes early now not needing the loo (had found a secluded little spot in a woodland hehe) and met the deputy manager. She showed me round the centre and introduced me to a few staff and some of the animals. There are loads of cruelty cases in there at the moment so things aren't moving as well as they'd like. All cases have to be kept in the centre until such time as they are signed over, or a confiscation order is issued. As the courts don't prioritise animal related issues they are often still in their kennels or pens several months and even years later, by which time most are unrehomable due to severe kennel stress in the case of dogs, severe agoraphobia in the case of cats and aggression in rabbits or old age!
Anyway, that aside, we went for the interview, it was good and informal and we had a cup of tea and a chat. I was asked questions to which I sat there and said 'errrrrrr' for about a minute before answering. I felt like a complete doofus and felt that some of my answers were a bit silly and probably had secured my non-gaining of the role.
I went home feeling like a failure and told my family I had cocked up and never mind, I'll look for a job somewhere else. They had some more people to see the following day so told me I would know by Thursday afternoon whether yay or nay.
I told my boss (she already knew about the interview) I thought I'd cocked up and she told me not to worry and that if it was meant to be, it would happen.
At 5:15pm I had a phonecall from dad, asking me to phone the boss of West Hatch immediately. I called and had to ask the manager to repeat herself after she told me I was the preferred candidate! I could barely believe it and was absolutely stunned! I went back up and saw my boss who asked 'Well?' and I nodded.
I can't believe it! I'm moving up in the world! Now I need to find somewhere to live, as a matter of urgency..
Monday: Got home in the evening after sorting a room literally full of stuff for the church féte, and picked up guinea. She squeaked and wobbled off to the edge of the sofa. Her breathing was laboured and she looked uncomfortable. I picked her up again and sat her on my knee. She got down, collapsed so I picked her up and put her on my knee again. She had a small fit there and then and died pretty quickly.
My guinea. :( RIP Nitro. Sleep well my little one. I miss her badly. Every time I go into the living room I go to shout 'guinea!' to hear her squeak and she's not there.
Tuesday, work, then zipped off down to Trunx's house.
Wednesday, woke up, saw Trunx off to work, had a bath then put on my best power dressing clothes to go to Somerset for an interview.
The job is cattery supervisor at West Hatch in Taunton. I gave four hours to get there as I had no clue how long it would take me.
It took an hour and a half. So then I had a little while to drive round and need the toilet. I arrived ten minutes early now not needing the loo (had found a secluded little spot in a woodland hehe) and met the deputy manager. She showed me round the centre and introduced me to a few staff and some of the animals. There are loads of cruelty cases in there at the moment so things aren't moving as well as they'd like. All cases have to be kept in the centre until such time as they are signed over, or a confiscation order is issued. As the courts don't prioritise animal related issues they are often still in their kennels or pens several months and even years later, by which time most are unrehomable due to severe kennel stress in the case of dogs, severe agoraphobia in the case of cats and aggression in rabbits or old age!
Anyway, that aside, we went for the interview, it was good and informal and we had a cup of tea and a chat. I was asked questions to which I sat there and said 'errrrrrr' for about a minute before answering. I felt like a complete doofus and felt that some of my answers were a bit silly and probably had secured my non-gaining of the role.
I went home feeling like a failure and told my family I had cocked up and never mind, I'll look for a job somewhere else. They had some more people to see the following day so told me I would know by Thursday afternoon whether yay or nay.
I told my boss (she already knew about the interview) I thought I'd cocked up and she told me not to worry and that if it was meant to be, it would happen.
At 5:15pm I had a phonecall from dad, asking me to phone the boss of West Hatch immediately. I called and had to ask the manager to repeat herself after she told me I was the preferred candidate! I could barely believe it and was absolutely stunned! I went back up and saw my boss who asked 'Well?' and I nodded.
I can't believe it! I'm moving up in the world! Now I need to find somewhere to live, as a matter of urgency..
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