Stressed to the Max

Poor Hez. The law state she should still be in her jammies on the first day of the school holidays, but it's rolling on towards the start of exams, her provisional driving licence's just arrived and she's desperate to get behind the wheel and to top it all a part-time job interview appears out of the blue on a Sunday night.

So, CV was updated and printed (when you're 17 and only been for one interview before that's not too onerous), smart outfit looked out and hair and make up sorted, and then follows a frantic wait for her gran who'd arranged the interview and wanted to take her along to do the introductions. I must admit to have a bit of a knot in my stomach myself as she paced the floor watching for the car to arrive and it didn't help they ended up running just a wee bit late.

The worst of it was it looks like she'll be going through the same again tomorrow as when they arrived at the place the woman who was going to see her had been called away at the last minute. At least she knows where the place is now, had a look around and the CV's been handed over so it wasn't a complete loss, and I'm sure she'll be less fidgety and narky next time.