It's nearly Christmas!!

And this evening, or afternoon, work stopped in the factory and we were allowed to go home at three; and that is it until the 5th of January. Those of s taking part in Box Idol were promised a decision on who would be being kept on on a full time basis. That this has been dragging on for three weeks is all a little tiresome to say the least, and so it was of some relief when we were taken one at a time into the factory manager's office to be told.....

..... no decision had in fact been made and cold we come back in January to jump through some more hoops. At this point, words do fail me. We are all now at the point we just want to be told so those of s who won't get the job can go and do something else. But because of the state of the job market we have to smile and say thank you.

The excuse is that we have not had enough training on the machines, and they want to be really sure. And so we will have this hanging over us for the two weeks that the factory is closed wondering if we should sign on, if we can sign on.

However, I have an interview on the day work resumes, with Eurostar to be a telesales person. Not my job of choice, but it comes with perks; namely, unlimited free travel in Eurostar to Paris and Brussels and half price travel on London Underground, and after a year cheap rail travel for me and Jools.

I filled in the application form with a sense of desperation, as the questions seems to have little to do with the job you are applying for, and being a male I left it to the last minute to fill in the form. But, I got an interview if nothing else, and so office work could lay ahead, and lots of travel to Europe for us ahead.

Being that we finished for Christmas today, it was snowing when we left the factory, and the roads like a skating rink, with just one road unblocked by accidents; the steep one, which we slid down in the car with Jools' feet jammed on the brakes. We slithered to a stop a couple of feet from the car and stop lines at the bottom of the hill, and at which point our hearts began beating again.

And so, 14 days of rest for us, with just a visit to my Mother's at the weekend to cloud the horizon. Oh well.