It's the middle of the night and I'm writing, sitting under my laptop on the sofa, headphones playing some mp3s and the TV on mute in the background.
There's an episode of 'Upstairs Downstairs' on. In their living room they have a painting on the wall. Well, several, but one of them looks familiar. Really familiar, but I don't know what it is. It's a portrait of a dark-haired woman in a white dress, probably early- to mid-19th century (although I am very far from an expert in such things); she sits smiling gently at the artist with her body facing to his left.
It's going to bug me now.
There's an episode of 'Upstairs Downstairs' on. In their living room they have a painting on the wall. Well, several, but one of them looks familiar. Really familiar, but I don't know what it is. It's a portrait of a dark-haired woman in a white dress, probably early- to mid-19th century (although I am very far from an expert in such things); she sits smiling gently at the artist with her body facing to his left.
It's going to bug me now.
Tomorrow I have two interviews. I don't want either job. I want the one I was trying out for today (and yesterday) but they won't know if they're hiring me for up to two weeks.
Been quite a couple of weeks here. Employer gets bought out, job goes elsewhere. Recruitment agents sound excited at the moment, but in my experience they always do at first and will start ignoring me as soon as it looks like it might take a little work to help me find a job.
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