I passed my final interview! All I need it to do is go through a medical check and my job is confirmed. Going to severely watch what I eat between now and Tuesday. Of course, I should be doing that anyway.
I hate filling out medical assessment forms. They ask general questions and it's difficult to answer honestly without cynicism, as well as the implied severity any answers may have on the results. It's also hard to answer because I don't know whether they want to know about antibiotics I might have taken for a few days, or if whatever records I have at a GP may be at odds with whatever answers I give; small things that appear to add up to something bigger than what's actually the case. My fate depends on this going through; I'm tempted to write Yes under the headaches and anxiety/depression boxes with the side note "due to answering these goddamn forms".
I tend to go on similar rants when I'm left alone with automated phone menu systems..they must use my "calls recorded for training purposes" for examples of explicit language and for a general laugh
Did the medical today. Apparently I've shrunk an inch and gained about 9 kilos since I last checked. Whilst I'll take this as a wake up call about my weight, I can't help but feel a bit melancholic about my height; it's one of my few redeeming features.
Addendum: just read that a plane crashed into a house in one of the suburbs not far from where I had my test done today. I left the area an hour before it happened, but still; that's messed up.
Saw that on tv. In Chelsea? The woman was in her kitchen when a light plane clipped her house... Imagine! Sounds like pilot did his best his last moments to avoid hurting anyone else.