The Chronicles Of…

Today was a very big day.

We started with a huge bit of luck that gave us a great result in a job that we were under pressure with. We were following up one possible line of enquiry, when a person who was completely unknown to us happened to be in the room. A short time later someone was very unhappy, and our bosses were extremely satisfied.

From there I went to my exam. While I was driving there I noticed someone who we wanted to chat to. A quick phone call later and some colleagues were on hand. The gentleman decided that he’d rather not chat, and made himself scarce. In the meantime I’d had to quickly drive a few suburbs for my interview/exam. Being late wouldn’t do. As I was arriving, I received a phone call telling me that the interviews were running ahead of schedule and that I was now required inside on an urgent basis if possible.

The actual interview/exam went reasonably well, except for the fact that I completely froze on a couple of occasions, and forgot the answers to some very basic questions. The panel were very generous and gave me a few prompts that assisted greatly. Despite that, I think that it went fairly ok, and the panel seemed positive as I was leaving. I vaguely remember them using some positive sounding phrases, but beyond that I can’t be certain (everything was a bit of a daze). The results won’t be officially published for another week or so, but hopefully I’ll get some good news then.

I arrived back at work and heard that the gentleman who we’d been wanting to speak with was still managing to avoid us. A few moments later I heard one of my colleagues speaking to us via a wireless communications device, mentioning that the gentleman had been seen running away from a person’s house (where he had apparently been hiding) after being located by some residents there. A rapid car journey later and I was able to see the gentleman being ‘spoken to’ by a large canine who also works for our organisation. It turns out that the gentleman had been unpleasant to both the canine and his human friend and was now paying the penalty for his incivility.

I don’t believe in karma, but occasionally a little bit of balance/justice is brought back to the world (this is not the sort of gentleman that you might want to bring home to meet your mother, unless you were particularly unfond of said mother).

I was slightly buzzing by the time I finally left work (after the usual unpaid overtime). I was even able to leave the massive study guide folder at work instead of dragging it home to make me feel guilty for not putting in sufficient hours of study for this exam. Phew.

The decision was therefore made for pizza and wine, accompanied by an episode of QI.

Now I just hope the littlest one decides not to scream again tonight, and let us all get some sleep… for tomorrow we work on house foundations. My days off are probably never going to be relaxing, are they/.

I sure do know how to par-tay.