So here I am. Cold, grey England, with plenty of drizzle. What have I done?! I could be strolling through warm, sunny Mexican streets instead. But such is life. The job market is tough. Plenty of rejections – I suspect that the six years in Mexico are counting against me, not for me. But I did have an interview yesterday. As it happens, of all the jobs I’ve applied for, it’s one that suits my experience, it’s for a company I’d like to work for and I am reasonably hopeful of getting called back for round two.
Getting started back at work isn’t an instantaneous process, but I hope it is quick. Travelling up to London for interviews isn’t just time consuming (which is no problem really – I have time) but also expensive. Which is a problem. Or could become one. Prices seem to have gone up a little in my absence.
But it was nice being in London again. If I could get that job, I’d love to live there again. It’s been too long. My interview happened to be just down the road from where I worked many years ago. Decades ago, in fact…I’m getting old! The image below, which is also in my new header image (I just never quite fell in love with the new blog theme, so I’ve reverted to the old one) is of an old pub, just a few shops down from where I used to ply my trade.
We, me and my Cullens convenience store colleagues, used to give the landlord of this grand establishment money in exchange for beer and the privilege of sitting in his fine building to drink his brews. Once upon a time, we arranged a party in there on a karaoke evening. I had done an early shift, and when it came time to go join the merriment, I found I couldn’t be bothered.
The next day at work, two of friends wound me up, telling me Bruce Springsteen had popped in for a pint during the evening, and they’d gotten him to sing Born In The USA with them and the karaoke machine. I didn’t believe them of course. Yet. On my next visit, there was the photo on the wall. Bruce. With Colin and John. They didn’t make much of an E Street Band. More a Moss Side Band, or Mancunian Refugees Band. But still. I was a little gutted. I haven’t see them for two decades now either. I wonder what happened to Colin and John in the end?