Over the Moon!

Just like the Cow in Edward Lear’s “The Owl and the Pussy-cat,” I am feeling Over the Moon. Why you may ask?

Because I have a new job and feel very happy about being asked to work for this prestigious company. I really do feel that this is just the right job for me; although there is a catch. It is only for 3 months, so it is a temporary appointment. There may be an extension of the post, so this means i have to outperform myself, and make myself invaluable!

No Pressure Then?

This post gives me a chance to enjoy one of my much-loved poems from childhood. I have a memory of owning an Edward Lear book of Nonsense Poems, and it was so worn out by the time I had finished with it, that I can’t remember what the front cover looked like. The front cover of the book has long gone, along with the book itself, but the memories of reading this wonderful poem and the rest of the book are still firmly held in my heart. Thank you Edward Lear for cheering up a small girl from Ipswich…

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I
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
   In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
   Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
   And sang to a small guitar,
“O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
    What a beautiful Pussy you are,
         You are,
         You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!”

II

Pussy said to the Owl, “You elegant fowl!

How charmingly sweet you sing!

O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
   But what shall we do for a ring?”
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
   To the land where the Bong-Tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
   With a ring at the end of his nose,
             His nose,
             His nose,
   With a ring at the end of his nose.
III
“Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
   Your ring?” Said the Piggy, “I will.”
So they took it away, and were married next day
   By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
   Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
   They danced by the light of the moon,
             The moon,
             The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
Image from http://the-office.com/bedtime-story/owlpussycat.htm
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Interviews!

I’m confident, funny, intelligent and capable. So why is it I get a serious bout of memory loss and an inability to speak normally; whenever I sit in an interview? 

I sit thinking “I could do that job. I’d love it!” But all I manage to say is “glurikitupimaism?” 

I’ve got to work this out! Get over this rather annoying and very frustrating hurdle. 


I know I’m worth taking on as an employee. Now I’ve got to try to convince others that I’m a good employee! That is not so easy. 

I’ve watched my lovely friend Karen struggle to get a job. Her difficulties were different to mine. But she still took ages to get a job she wanted. 

Yes I could get a’job’ job but I worked hard for my degree and I want to use it. Not for the big figure salary (that would be a welcome bonus) but for the challenges, the adventures and the chance to grow and learn in a sector where there is tech and innovation. 


I love new tech but don’t seem to get time to use and enjoy it. So working in a job where it’s used is appreciated. A chance to improve and share knowledge. And enjoy cracking the code! 

I’ve just bought Affinity for Mac. Their version of photoshop. I still geekishly love my MacBook Air. It’s a year and a half old but looks new. 


Getting back to the reason for the post. I’ve read the articles “How to get that dream job” crap. It’s meaningless! 

All I want is to give a good interview- where I explain a little about myself and use the technical language I use at work. 

Is that so hard?