41 today. And I am very hungover. John brought me out to dinner last night, since all the restaurants in our town seem to close on a Monday. So half a bottle of wine and two cocktails later, we came home, hit the baileys and brandy, and had a drunk dancing session in the sunroom. Oh my poor sore head. But it was fun. At least I didn't have to get up for work today.
Speaking of work, I applied for a job in a financial services company a couple of weeks back. The role appears to be extremely similar to my last job, and these kind of roles are as scarce as hen's teeth around here. I'm hoping that candidates with my type of work experience will be scarce on the ground too. Anyway, I got an email from one of their HR people today wanting to arrange a time for a phone conversation about the role. Yay! So please keep fingers, toes and anything else that is crossable crossed. I am sooo due a break.
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