Saturday night 9pm, and I'm sitting in preparing for an interview (civil service, yawn - no offence Rosie) on Monday.
Has my life really come to this or does procrastination affect everyone's social lives to the point where they feel the need to sacrifice the fun stuff? Is this another manifestation of that fucking Catholic guilt?
I haven't been to Mass in about 10 years (weddings and funerals aside), so why should I still feel that? Was I that deeply indoctrinated? Jesus, they're good. If the Catholic church wants to make some serious cash, they should get into the life coaching/motivation market. That's not too hostile a turf to muscle in on is it? I think I'd pay good money if I could channel this guilt into hauling my ass off the couch and running a few laps of the hurling pitch, or eyeing up the eastern European chicks at the gym.
Maybe the parish priest could list who lost most weight during the community announcements at the end of the service, or run though a league table of performance at Christmas instead of the long list of dead people. It'd be more interesting and could lure a few lost souls with good intentions back to the flock.
Admittedly, I haven't given this a lot of thought but it's diverted me from the research at hand, fueling more guilt. A vicious circle.
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i ain't no civil servant, cheeky shite. i'm a public servant. i am assured that there is a difference.
eek! Sincerest apologies Rosie
how did the interview go, by the way? i did one for them once, with my skirt tucked into my knickers. true story. i got the job too.
they were nice knickers.
Haha, they would want to have been. Personally speaking, I wouldn't be hiring any old granny panty wearing applicant.
I think it went ok, but in true Irish style I don't want to jinx things by being cavalier about it. But thanks for asking.
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