I’m watching the NHL All Star game. This makes me happy.
BTW, I’m not doing my Oscar nominee watch through this year. I wanted to, but the idea of watching a Quentin Tarantino film and two Scarlett Johansson films? I’d rather wear barb wire underwear, to be honest.
The jazz afternoon was fun. The performers were universally good. I’m thinking of going back next month.
The CV review didn’t happen, again. I have to go in tomorrow for a CV writing session. Where I’m going to get told the same thing as always. Which I’ll ignore because it makes no sense.
Seriously, the way they want me to do my CV looks ugly and I refuse to have such an abomination representing me to prospective employers. It’s. Not. Fucking. Happening.
My work coach at the job centre also emailed me about a course that would lead to a guaranteed interview. I’m not doing it. Part of it is to get my license to drive a fork lift. It turns out I don’t actually need a driving license to drive a fork lift, as long as I’m not taking it on the road.
Here’s the thing though. There’s a reason I do not have a full driving license. The only thing I’m interested in driving is virtual vehicles. I. Don’t. Want. To. Fucking. Drive,
Yesterday, I went for a swim then sent round to my best friends house. I haven’t seen her in a while. I took over the soundbar I promised her and Vortex Manipulator, which she wanted seeing as I don’t need her any more. She got me a set of Game of Thrones magnets for my birthday. They’re awesome.
Anyhoodle, back to the hockey.
Will
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