I can't say I'm looking forward to tomorrow. I can't imagine this job being very inspiring, but I can certainly imagine me drifting back into a state of disrepair after many hours spent in the emptiest place of all. I can imagine the manager getting on my back after a few hours, after he realises he has in fact employed someone with next to no knowledge on outdoor pursuits and he is paying someone who has nothing to give to his store whatsoever.
I have thought of many scenarios that may happen on my first day. For example, a keen camper coming up to me and asking me a series of questions on tent durability, fire rings or a Gore-Tex, (Yeah, you know full well I've googled 'Camping Terms')... and me standing there with a visible question mark hanging over my head as I realise I have nothing to give to this guy in terms of advice. Even if it doesn't happen in my first day, it will happen eventually, and when it does happen, I am going to shrink into an embarrassing, quivelling wreck.
And seeing as I can pick and choose my hours, after a few days of this god-awful ridiculousness, I can imagine me rejecting as many hours as I can get away with before Mother Mitten throws a saucepan at me and tells me to, "get my act together", or something similar. (Please note, saucepans may be added for theatrical effect). Maybe I should have kept the other 2 interviews?
The only positive I can take from this situation is that I am not working through the night and will be home by 8.30, leaving me to do what I want with my evening. To be completely honest, I have not got a clue what my job title is, how much I'm getting paid for it, and what I have to do. To be fair, I don't even think they know as of yet... "We'll probably stick you in 'Camping' or the warehouse". Well, hopefully, they stick me in the warehouse, out of the way of prying Monday afternoon custom.
This evening however, my last evening of complete freedom, was spent at the pub enjoying the usual challenge of the pub quiz. Surrounded by much less people than usual, we mustered up 30 points out of 60, (not a bad effort for a team of 3!), and screwed up the extra music round, despite winning a tube of pringles on the bingo. I resisted the temptation to visit either McDonalds or Tesco's on the way home, seeing as the multiple fast food meals I have had in recent times, plus the rubbish I usually buy from Tesco's has started to gather in the gut region.
After tomorrow though, I may just treat myself to a Quarter Pounder meal, because I might just be needing one. *Sigh*
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