So, I had a job interview this morning. It was for the catering positions available at a new Aged Cared facility that is only 10 minutes down the road from where I live. There is a childcare centre right next door, and there is a 9 - 5 shift available (I've never had a 9 - 5 job before! Novelty value!) which also happens to be the shift that carries the most responsibility (it involves being in charge of the food safety documentation, ordering, staff training, limited menu planning, and overseeing the roster) and I put a very enthusiastic hand up for it (the other shift is 7 - 3, which is tricky for childcare). I really, really want this job, and if I don't get it I will have a bit of a cry (and I get prickly when I'm disappointed, so people offering sympathy will probably get smacked, sorry). Anyway, fingers crossed.
After all that excitment I swung by the Post Office to check our letterbox and post a letter to one of the residents I used to work with, and found three Jane Austen novels in the 'specials' box by the counter ($15 for 'Pride and Prejudice', 'Persuasion', and 'Northanger Abbey'!), which is the oddest impulse purchase I've ever indulged in (I narrowly dissuaded not_an_elf from impulsively purchasing a $300 sausage machine once, his argument in favour of the purchase being 'But it's on the counter! And it's on special!).
I now have a quiet day ahead of me, as the small girl is at pre-school until 3 (when I will be picking her up and taking her to a kids' bellydance class to see how she likes it). It is bloody cold, so I'm going get slippers and a snuggly jacket sorted out, then curl up in front of the fire with my book for a moment before I get back to to all the painting and sewing that needs to be finished by Invest.