After over a week of worrying, over-analysing and checking my emails every 20 minutes I finally received word from Gamestation. It seems that the area manager who interviewed me has since moved to another area, his replacement is currently on holiday so its left to the new store manager to get me sorted. Apparently I've wormed my way onto a shortlist that includes myself and no more than about 2 other people. I think it might actually be just between me and one other dude. I have to meet the store manager on Tuesday so he can see what I'm like and try to see what kind of management skills I might have.
I'm actually fairly confident. I felt that there were parts of my initial interview, mostly the parts about managing and stuff, that I fucked up royal. I was convinced that while I managed to get across my love and knowledge of computer games I might not have looked like the right man for the job. I figure if I can get through that section that I thought i did poorly in, I can get through the next bit because its like a 2nd chance to say all the shit that I'd forgotten last time until the drive home. Wish my luck, fellow pervs!
Yesterday I drove up to work and as I parked up and got out of my car somebody pointed out that I had a flat tyre. It was REALLY fucking flat too. I have no idea how i didn't notice it. The dude said he'd been driving behind me and could hear it, but obviously I'd not heard it because my stereo was so loud. Still, you'd think I would've noticed without having to hear it. Once i got out of work I drove across the carpark to our petrol station and the magic air machine.
The drive over to the petrol station was horrendous, and really made me wonder how the fuck i'd missed it earlier. Still, i filled it up and got it to the proper pressure but now I'm paranoid as fuck that it's got a slow puncture. It's been fine ever since but everytime I go over a slight bump the stupid part of my brain goes "tyre's gone again" and i start to worry. I'm genuinely not sure about whether its an actual problem with my tyre or whether it's just my idiotic negligence when it comes to filling my tyres. I wouldnt be at all surprised if i'd fucked up the pressure recently and deflated it a fair bit by accident. If it happens again I'll get it checked out, otherwise i'll only wind up shelling out for a tyre I don't actually need. Curse my lack of driving experience and general idiocy
The Rockingly Blasphemous
I'll finish off this boring chunk of shit with a video that I cant seem to stop watching lately. I swear if they played this song in church I might actually start going, although that's pretty unlikely since it refers to Jesus as "the motive and the conscience of the murderer" among other things.
Enjoy, and I'll probably be back soon with news about whether I have a new job, and the money/spare time that comes with it meaning I can make the Brighton meet
