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I suppose that by now I would have expected someone to have found this blog and commented on it.  I have mentioned it in passing to two people and allowed my hubby to read it.  It is hardly earth-shattering news – is it?

“Middle aged housewife in northern town writes blog.”  Hold the front page!  Except that is the whole point of a blog really, it isn’t news.

I think it is the equivalent of the group of six year olds going in to class and telling ‘miss’ their news.

Anyway all I can tell you is that I am in pain.  I hurt.  I am going to bed with painkillers, hubby is going to be second best to as many strong ones as I can find tonight.

See you later.

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My son rang and  told me that he wasn’t coming over to stay tonight.  He had been planning to go out for a night out with colleagues and staying at ours, then coming back from work for tea with us tomorrow.  I had secretly been planning to make a birthday Pavlova, with strawberries from our allotment.  I have to say I am disappointed: I enjoy his company almost always, obviously we all are going to have our difficulties, but I like him immensely.

He sounded very down.  He needs to sell his old house, but needs to  do work on it before he can, and I think he feels that it is a huge task.  Large tasks can be so demoralising.  I worry about him, but that is my job as a mother apparently.

I wish I could just say, forget the cash, come over anyway, but I can’t.

OH has done a strawberry and rhubarb pie instead.

One up, one down.

My OH went for an interview today, and came back feeling that he had done a good fist of it.  He looked quite hopeful and I do hope that he gets the job – he is so much better than some of the jobs he has been going for lately, which makes it difficult when he doesn’t get them.

I get really incensed at the way job seekers are treated.  I have been there, and now see that things have not changed in the last three years.

There are idiots who design application forms with the smallest space for email addresses and yet three lines for a post code.  Some idiot saved a word doc on the Internet marked as read only – FFS.    Another designed an application pack in A5 format – in size 5 pt text you wouldn’t get the information on and it would not be legible if you did.  Would some person tell the design department that PDFs may look nice but are no use for editing as application forms.  Then there are still health questionnaires sent out with the standard application forms which ask the most personal questions, which should really only be asked after interview if there is the chance that you may be employed.

The interview process is also fraught.  The other day my OH turned up for an interview which the interviewer had forgotten about and had taken the day off.  He was interviewed by someone who was not only not confident but not really happy about doing it.  Do you think he had a fair interview?   He makes a special effort to be early and well dressed, unlike the interviewers.  A colleague of mine is notorious for appearing at work half an hour after the first interview should have started, and regularly relies on junior staff to prepare the questions.

Whilst I was job seeking I would spend an average of five hours filling in an application form.  If I got an interview I would then spend several hours preparing presentations (if requested), an hour or so at least on research of the post organisation and location, plus a while working on possible answers to questions that might be asked.  I always ensured that I had questions to ask at the end (it looks as if you are not interested) and a list of things I felt I had to say at some point during the interview.

When you have done all that preparation and you don’t get the job it is absolutely infuriating to not even hear the outcome.  I have often had to ring to be told that i didn’t get the job and that there was no-one available to give any feedback.  After the effort I have gone to i think that at least five minutes should be given to explain where you might improve your interview technique, or what experience you might gain before trying for such a post before.  Even if you don’t get the job, a piece of feedback can be very useful, even uplifting.

The reality is that many of those jobs that I applied for and probably those that my OH applies for are already ‘unofficiailllly given’ to an internal candidate.  In some cases the outsiders are invited just to make numbers up.

I remember one case where I applied for a post which had clearly been offered to an internal candidate.  One interviewer refused to look up from her paper, even when it was her turn to ask the question.   When they rang me to inform me of the decision I pointed out that I felt that I had an unfair interview and was told that it was felt that I had not engaged the whole panel!  Sometimes you cannot hope to get the job, and often you know as you walk in.

So, I got the new phone…

The new phone arrived but was faulty.  It is a nuisance, because I prepared for the transfer properly for once.  I logged onto Windows, which tends to end up irritating me in some way every time I do it at home.  After eventually finding the special software disk for my old phone which I had put safely in one of the four sensible places that I might have put it and  installing it, I then copied the data onto my OH’s shared drive, because I couldn’t see my own Linux drives.

Confident that my data was safe, I prised the SIM card from my old phone – no mean task I might add. A carefully inserted knife helped.

Excitedly I installed the SIM card.  It took me a while to understand the pictures on the leaflet that were supposed to explain exactly how to do this.  I carefully added the battery, and closed the case, which sprung open again.  Sure that I had done it wrong I tried again, and again.  There is clearly something wrong with the phone.

It would be fair to say that I was not pleased.

I rang the number which I am now becoming familiar with.  I spoke to someone who did not understand what I meant as I tried to explain what had happened.  The magic word ‘faulty’ did the trick, though and I got put through a series of different people and then finally got the following information.

The order is apparently not complete until the office hear from their delivery agents that the delivery has been made.  This can take up to 48 hours.  Until the order is ‘marked’ complete nothing can happen.  I cannot have a replacement sent out, or  ‘ordered’ whilst another order is in place.  I can see a sort of logic to this.  However, if I wait for 48 hours to ring them to ensure that the order is marked complete and reorder, it will be Friday and so I won’t get my phone until Monday or Tuesday.  I will try ringing late tomorrow afternoon in the hope that it will be done by then.

In the meantime there is the difficulty of removing the SIM card from the new phone.  I asked for help on this from their technical department, but their computers had gone down and so they were unable to offer much help.  OH did if for me.  So I am back with my own phone and OH still has his, though he was going to have my old hand me down.

I knew I should have stuck out for the purple phone.