It’s that time of the year when I go and put something nice on an old Auntie, and grandad and grandma’s grave. Also, we go to visit Alan’s Dad’s and grandma’s. This year I’ve made up some pansy pots; they will last through to the spring, and also, they’ll survive the frosts and any snow that might be on the horizon. So, off I popped, to the place where I buy my pansies, and the lady in there, who I was at school with years ago, asked me what I was up to these days. Ended up with her saying, can I have your number, as I’d like you to come and help me leading up to Christmas. So although I’d had some other options, I ended up saying, ‘why not’ so looking forward to that. Now would you believe it, on the same day, I rang to say the usual ‘hello’ to mum and dad, and he asked how the job hunting was going. He said, ‘we’ve got lots to do, come and help us out if you’re stuck.’ So, that’s what I’m doing.
The telephone job interview, when I finally found the place, was half decorated. About fifteen people sat round a table, me being one of them. And, I sat next to someone who had been my supervisor at the old telephone place. Not an ordinary visor, you notice, a SUPERvisor… The boffin who led the interview, had his pals standing round the outside of the group. They looked like people off mad men. Not that I watch it, but that’s what came to mind. I lost interest when he said, you don’t get paid, you have money for turning up, then you get paid if anyone signs up. He also said one in five will tell you to f. off. He mentioned how they like to banter, and continued to speak with his cronies, and all the young people looking half bored. Then he said, ‘does anyone want to go now, if it’s not for you?’ I wondered if I had the balls to get up and go…. Erm, not as such, I strongly thought about it, but after hearing that ‘Friday is Onsie day! I knew it was a no hoper…. The nice lady told me, ‘We don’t come su.’.ed. an boo ‘ed, and we all go out for a faaag, when we have a break out the back. I whizzed out of there pretty sharpish. So thank goodness I decided to pot pansies, and I have a Dad who needed a little helper. Reminds me of Dorothy on the Wizard of Oz; sometimes we are looking far and away, and what we want is on the doorstep all the time.
Until next time, go and pot some pansies.
Susan Jones - Writer 
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