A Gap In The Clouds.

Funny how things can happen, seemingly instantaneously, which have the prospect of turning your life around.

E4 aired the episode of Scrubs last week where much is made of Doctor Kelso's ability to walk home without the weight of the day on his shoulders, much to the annoyance of everyone else. Something at the back of my mind clicked; that's how I could be, how I was. Putting every effort into the daily routine, but not letting it trouble me or affect the all important home life. Make the tough arguments, work hard, but (and this is the important part) live.

So I start singing along to Mr. Bojangles (yes, THAT version) and Lose Yourself on my way to work (it's an eccentric mix tape, but it works for me) and while in the words of Homer Simpson, "I hate my job", I am starting to get home with a smile on my face.

Or at least I was, until today. For some reason I drove home wondering why none of the recruitment agencies had managed to acquire a single interview. Am I really that unemployable... Maybe I have been of late. Buck your ideas up boyo!

Step in the front door, dump keys and wallet on table, pull phone out of pocket and plug in to recharge when, (and this is where luck steps in) I notice someone is calling. The phone is on silent. I don't recognise the number.

It's the employment agency. Bless them.

I have an interview on Friday.

It's a three hour beast of an interview... And I'm kinda looking forward to it, though you might want to check that with me again Friday morning. But for now, at least, the smile on my face is slightly bigger.