BurbleChaz

Forgive me, dear readers. I have been burbling insufficiently. My prattling has been intermittent. I would claim some excuse, but I have none. A lesser blogger would claim pressure of work, stress, other commitments and so forth. In my case, it is pure idleness. That, and a single-minded devotion to maximizing enjoyment from the extended holiday before the "work" thing happens again.

On which note, I will say as little as possible, and keep to the basic facts. I have spoken to many recruiters, and interviewed with a small number of companies. Outcomes vary from the 'Thanks for coming, now go away', through the 'Interesting. unfortunately, you scare me. If I keep smiling, will you go away?' to my current situation: two job offers in hand, one more expected this week, and a spiffing ome for which I have a third interview tomorrow. Soon, you see, I shall have an excuse.

Anyway. All this activity, such as the six separate meetings last week, for example, require one to wear a suit. Not a happy-making experience. However, needs must when the mythical entity drives, so self-strangulation with silk ribbons it is. For some reason, this seems to have a meteorological effect. During the time I was slapping out the job apps and no-one wanted to see me, it was cool. Wet, I grant you, but cool. Long trousers and sweaters. A collar and tie would have been pleasantly toasty.

Recently, the weather has become entirely predictable. Whenever circumstances (and potential employers) require, on goes the suit and out comes the sun. I have traipsed one end of the CBD to the other and back, shirt on, tie fastened, and skin peeling as the sun beats down. Whenever the job is done, back into T-shirt shorts and sandals. In come the clouds, and the temperature plummets as fast as the raindrops.

Today was a perfect example. Briefing at 1200, so into suit around tennish, and off on sweltering buses (no aircon on this route, natch) in 30 degree bright sunshine with no breeze. Briefing done, back home, into shorts and sunnies for a happy summer afternoon. Heh.

Yes, it looks nice. If you weren't in the two inches of rain it dumped.

The rain hit us as we walked to the ferry. At least we have a new umbrella now.