REPENT OF YOUR SINS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Have you yet? Do you:

BELIEVE IN THE LORD JESUS CHRIST!!!!!!!!?

(do capitals make it look like I'm shouting?)

I got that shouted at me yesterday. I was told I need to believe in the Lord Jesus Christ and repent of my sins so that I may be saved and not burn in hell forevermore.

Where do these people get the idea that there is anything remotely positive that might in a million years come out of getting a flippin megaphone and screaming at people.

It drives me crazy. I was that close to going and telling him to shut up; I can only imagine what the non-Christians walking past were thinking.

That might have been the high/lowlight of my day yesterday. Oxford Street (in London - but I'm sure those of you who have played Monopoly already knew that), is a pretty interesting place. Everything you could want in a street. It's flat. It has a footpath. It has vehicles going up and down it (the street, not the footpath). It has who knows how many tube stations - at least 3 and a subway with an internet cafe for bums without jobs to hunt for them as well as post on his blog. I've had way too much subway in the last two weeks; I'm now considering going to McD's - that's how bad it is!

I didn't have that interview in the big corporation after all. Turns out they had never said they wanted to interview me. The recruitment place just "thought they would". So no dilemma there anymore - but, the good news is, I've got a definite interview on Monday, as-well as a day and a half of temping - that should get me a good 50 quid, yesssssss!

The Corporation

I had yet another recruitment agency interview today. Like I said, I've been told I should go for a PA position. So I'm going for an interview tomorrow for a PA position for an American engineering company, based in 46 countries around the globe.

Getting the job would be mint - way more money than I ever dreamed of getting - starting on Monday - and a great booster for my CV.

I sometimes pictured myself doing this sort of job before we came over here. Imagined buying a nice suit, a classy overcoat and a scarf - even some new shoes (since I haven't bought any new smart shoes for over 5 years) and heading off to work in the centre of London.

Now, when that it's actually an option, I don't know what I think about it. Does that sound like me? I don't think it does. While I pictured myself doing it, I didn't really want it. I have been extremely blessed with a ridiculously wealthy upbringing, but my career up until now has been so far away from the corporate life it's not funny.

And I'm glad about that.

Of course, I'll take it if I get offered it. At the moment, as horrible as it is to say - at the moment, it's all about the money.

I just need to make sure I don't change after being exposed to this different way of life.

"The things you own, end up owning you"

Jobless

There comes a certain point after being a bum for over a month that you begin to feel a little down and frustrated. I haven't worked for over 6 weeks now and it's driving me crazy. Not so much the not working part - that's nice - more the unknown and unsettled-ness. We finally got ourselves a flat (managed to secure it while sacrificing the first half of the All Blacks annihilation of England - worth it because it's a two bedroom flat with a garden for the same price as what we were paying in Witney). But now, the pressure's on even more because we've all of a sudden got expences to pay!

I've been told that I should be looking for a PA position - cool, most likely means more money, but nothing still has come up - and the waiting is killing me. Moan moan moan - I know God has it all in control - he knows I need a job, and yet I still get impatient. How flippin ungrateful am I?

Anyway, there's so much more to write about - that second Hillsong post, our trip to France, London, but to be honest I'm not in the mood. You might catch me a little more chatty shortly, assuming a job finds me...

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