Okay okay its a fair cop I had stopped blogging. Everyone's been great trying to get me out of hiding (apart from when suggesting to get me beaten up!) but it wasn't going to make any difference, not until I knew myself how things were going to pan out.

My moods have been a bit up and down since January really. The work at the bookfactory had dried up as per usual after Christmas but wasn't picking up during spring as it has done in the past. No one bothers to tell you anything you just notice that the phone doesn't ring anymore. I was never under any contract, well only during the summer months and then only at a month at a time, they just call if they are short. Usually at 6am with the words, I'm sorry did I wake you????? What narks me more than anything is the way they haven't said anything to me at all.

Anyway that is in the past now, I have been firing off job apps to anything that I can find. Not that much comes up seeing as the job market is pretty flat over here at the moment but still. Back in Feb I applied for a job working at a supermarket distribution warehouse place in the next town. I didn't really expect to hear anything but you try all the same. Roughly 2 months ago I got the shock of my life to hear that I was going to have my first Swedish interview! Once over my initial excitement it scared the crap out of me I can tell you. Anyway I came away from the interview only really knowing I hadn't nailed it or blown it but had to wait 3 weeks as the bloke was going off to Bali on holiday (bloody inconsiderate if you ask me!) but he said I would hear either way when he came back. That and over 850 people had applied.

Well Monday came and went so I was thinking that was it, letter will arrive in the post saying blah blah blah not interested. To my surprise he phone on Tuesday to say he wanted to send me on a drugs test. Anyone who has taken one will know they are a bit of a performance. They shut you away in a little toilet where they have coloured the water in the loo so you cant use that as your sample, they monitor the taps on the sink so you cant use those. Then they watch you via a little perv window just to make sure it really is your sample. Glad to get that out of the way.

Anyway the fella phoned back to say I was clean and could I start on Monday. I was so keen I even turned up a week early, opps! A slight misunderstanding with the phrase next Monday. So now you have me back in the blogsphere, waffling on a (more) regular basis. Its good to be back...