Broken Nailclipper

I just went for a couple of interviews, and though they were promising, its always a maybe answer. I hate waiting, and sometimes I just wish they would say a YES or NO. Honestly, it does me no good when they say I am a strong candidate, but I know thats really how it goes. Thanks for the compliment, but unless I can take out a pen and sign on the dotted line, its as useful to me as a broken nailclipper.

Ugh. SO now I could become a trainee financial controller for a small french firm, or work in a large car manufacturer on a new project thats supposed to be undertaken in the EU. ALL very promising, but I can't wait much longer. I don't have the heart for it.

I was also in the train yesterday moping about D. I can't say its all come to nought, but some part of me wonders what I would be doing now if I stayed in Toronto. Bad weather so far, but I will give this UK thing two weeks to pick up. If it doesn't, there is nothing to stop me going back home to my good ol condo by the water and my boat.