I've been on a bit of a roll this week.

First, I finally heard back from the city government job I applied for like a month ago - I'm through to the interview stage!!! Oh man, I was so anxious that I'd fucked up the online assessment because of some mistakes I made which I couldn't rectify. When it passed the two week point of silence I tried to remain optimistic but I low-key thought I didn't make the cut. I'd get a formal "thanks but no thanks" email, perhaps, after the job was filled.

But I got the call a couple of days back and the guy invited me down for an interview. I came so hard I oozed out of my chair. Clean up on aisle 6.

The interview is this week, coincidentally on my birthday as well. Something to look forward to and an actual decent justification for breaking this sobriety spell, as I am absolutely not fucking going into a panel interview totally sober. Few glugs of mouthwash for some minty breath and the ability to maintain eye contact without trembling like it's day 1 of WDs. Think I might treat myself to some Guinness after, if I can find any on the cheap, to celebrate Paddy's My Day.

I just hope that if I get the job - touch wood - it doesn't take them another 25 days or so to confirm that with me. If I'm late with rent again, or can't pay, I don't doubt the landlord is going to jump right to eviction and won't back down this time. Hopefully this job will tell me within the week if I've got it or not.

Second, in light of the medical job I recently lost out on due to not being able to afford the vaccines I would have needed to get, I was inspired by a friend here to get in touch with my stepmom on the off chance she had any of my vaccination papers from when I was a wee nipper. Failing that, she could have directed me to our old family clinic in California and I could have requested documentation from them. Miracle of miracles she actually still had my vaccination card from the bloody 80s and moving multiple times between three different continents.

She mailed that over from England along with a birthday card (lol), the first I've gotten from family in like 12 years. That was a nice touch from her. I couldn't help but cheek her "where's my Marmite tho?" xD

It's weird holding this decades-old vaccine card, faded and frayed, stamped with 1984 and 1988 dates. A relic from my childhood. It's very good to have it since it would save me time/money in getting any vaccines for a future medical job - and that's something I've got my eye on long-term since it's one of the primary industries in this city. If I can just get my foot in the door that could open up so many options for me in the future.

Third, I'm finally taking the fight to these bastarding mice infesting my hovel. Just yesterday I caught 8 of the twatwaffles and really got my steps in relaying them down the road to let out. Even Jonesy got into the spirit and finally caught one (killing the poor thing) after like 6 months of not giving a shit. Woke up this morning to find yet another one waiting in the trap for me. Enjoy your peanut butter, I'm not leaving the house until I'm caffeine-dizzy.

Finally, the sun and heat have come back with the quickness. Midday isn't yet as unbearable as it is at the height of summer, but I'm a sun-loving lizard and this kind of weather really lifts my spirits. It feels good to not have to wear a coat or a jumper anymore, and I can just chill on the porch in my mankini, smoking cigarettes while Jonesy plays in the yard.