shoot and miss

I got a call from an employment agency a few days ago offering me an interview for a role which I didn't even apply for. After all that time on my 'job safari' and the right job came hunting for me - a classic example of the hunter becoming prey.
I have a tendency to really dislike interviews, but this one went well and I surprised myself by feeling at ease for the greater part of it. The company was young and funky and really close to home which is a mjaor bonus here in London. Plus, I would have been given free lunch everyday!
Alas, I got a call this morning to let me know that they were very happy with my interview, but they have gone with an internal candidate instead. Nothing personal, it was just simpler.
So, time to retrieve my khaki safari suite, which I so hastily put into storage and step back into the jungle that is the employment industry.

subservient chicken

This is HILARIOUS - or maybe that's just because it's been a long day. Apparently this has been around for ages and was an 'undercover' Burger King marketing ploy. Perhaps I am a bit behind the times, but it's so much fun telling him to do stuff!

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i'm sad

London seems somewhat bleaker today; too many shades of grey to make out any colour. I know that sorrow is a choice and it only depletes my functionality but today I am opting to stuff perfection and just be human.
It is a lonely place where words of comfort become too clichè to believe and you are struggling to find hope when all you face is adversity.
I am constantly humbled by the power of God and how much, as a father, he uses discipline to steer our focus towards what is important.
The harsh reality is that life continues around me. I don't want to talk. I don't want to eat. I don't want to see anyone, yet here I sit at my desk doing all the above because survival logic tells me it is how I am going to get through. I want the world to allow me time to grieve.
But this is London and even when the world stops turning, life in this city simply wont.

cats in sinks

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job hunting

Here she comes again, the professional hunter in her khaki safari suite. This time she's stalking jobs as opposed to houses, which is a little harder to imagine, as you can't actually see a job can you?

Anyone who has ever used an online job search will sympathise and can appreciate how completely overwhelming it is combing through the thousands of jobs on offer. All this while acutely aware that there are thousands of fellow dissatisfied employees after that very same 'dream' job that you are seeking.
I have had enough for today. I would much rather sit here and procrastinate and write to my blog. That in mind, my dream job does involve writing, so if anyone reading this would like to offer me a position in a publishing firm, media, arts etc in London please note that I am highly organised with great communication skills and well-rounded administration experience.

I look forward to hearing from you.
Regards
Roxanne Tagg

carnaby street - a secret for too long

As a self confessed shopaholic, I simply can not fathom how the shopping haven, that is Carnaby St, has been unfamiliar to me for so long. Did my friends not find it even remotely odd that I had never metioned ever trodding along it's cobbled stones and relishing in it's offerings? Maybe it is one of those things that people deem as assumed knowledge, like Maddame Tussauds or Tower Bridge. But now that I have discovered a street that is soon to become my favourite spot (but certainly not my wallet's!) I have no reason to go anywhere else. Diesel, Punky Fish, Converse (!), Miss Sixty, Roxy - it's the stuff dreams are made of! So, if any of you happen to be looking for me, may I suggest you start in this most obvious of places.

baby porcupines

These are just too cute. I'm not even sure they are real.

They look like little baby aliens!

miss independence

I have been in my new apartment in Roehampton, in the so-called 'bible belt' of London, for almost a week and so far so good. The girls are lovely, but just in case I have gripes in the near future, I have withheld my blog address from them on the off chance I need an outlet!
I'm still trying to find the best route to work. Gone are the days of hopping onto one tube and arriving at work 45 min later; my journey now involves a number of changes, but such is life.
I'd forgotten how much I love cooking for myself and even washing and cleaning. Call me crazy, but once again I refer you to the little things that bring satisfaction and in this case the joy of the freedom therein.

While I'm making random nonsense sound elaborate I'd like to point out that today is the first day of September and soon it will be the end of the year and I will be one year closer to being an old granny. Someone stop the clock while I get my life in order.

And while I'm on the subject of time, allow me to digress further and express my delight at the return of the love of my life to London in 10 days! That said, time will inevitably drag until then thus allowing me a chance to march my ducks into a nice, neat little row.