I had another interview with the family-friendly prospective employer this morning, this time with one of their relationship managers. It's not often I'm asked to be seen three times by the same people, so it was a struggle trying to cobble together an appropriate outfit that they haven't already seen me in. I'm already sick of the colour of my lipstick.
This time though, I remembered to use deodorant before I left the house. That's a plus.
We had a lovely old chat. What a pity she wasn't able to tell me anything really useful about the job.
But it wasn't all for nothing, because apparently the two of them got together afterwards and decided I was a real catch. I might even have an actual employment contract in my sweaty little palms, by Easter.
Though, to be cynically honest, I wouldn't be surprised if I don't hear from them till April, judging by recent experience. But I'm also a little relieved that today didn't turn out to be sign-on-the-dotted-line day. Just trying to imagine what it's going to be like, missing TLM all day, I can understand why the boy is always reluctant to leave for work in the morning.