I’m back in the coffee shop.

I need to start by saying everything is fucked up in the UK. It was fucked up before, but now it’s properly off the scale. All bets are off as to what happens next. I’ll have said that my head was still processing the current stupid thing when the next stupid thing happened. There’s no time to regroup and deal with problems as they happen. Dominic Cummings has flooded the news cycle with shit.

At this point, I need to tell you that I’m wearing a suit. I had a job interview! It was over Microsoft Teams and the cameras didn’t work, but I decided to see what wearing a suit does for me. With a bit of luck, there’ll be a second interview, despite my best efforts (subconciously) to mess things up. And my feeling is that it went okay and I may be asked back for a second technical interview. Either way, I need to look employable at all times from now on. I really don’t have any choice.

On my way to the coffee shop I almost caught a bus, then I realised that I have legs. This is the time to make the most of what’s left of the sunshine in what has been an unusual year for storms and heatwaves.

I should go back and look for jobs now, but there’s not much out there. All I can do is send my CV out on job websites and apply for anything that looks like a fit for my skills. And this isn’t going to get any easier when three million people find themselves unemployed on 1st November. These are tough times indeed, for jobs and writting words of nonsense. But I’m back now and let’s see where this goes.