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todayiamadaisyUpdate 1a
My mother went out yesterday and when she came back she had her house deed with her. The woman at the bank called her while she was out so she went straight in to get it. It turned up in the bank's post yesterday, even though the bank's computer system still shows the request as being processed. Whoever sent it also returned the fee via a bank cheque. So that's all turned out well.
Update 1b
While filling in the final paperwork, the woman at the bank noted that my mother's surname, with its remarkable lack of H where people think there should be one, is the same as her mother's. My mother's judicious questioning revealed that her grandfather and the bank woman's great-great-grandfather were brothers (brothers who emigrated to Australia, in fact, dooming their pale children to lifetimes of skin cancer and having their name misspelt). So my mother and the bank woman are, what, second cousins twice removed? Something like that. So that's a thing that happened.
Update 2
Another week has gone by without hearing from the recruiter, so I assume that's a no. I'm okay with that. I thought the interview went really well, so there's nothing I'm kicking myself for saying/not saying. It's their loss, because I'd have been great at that job. (I do think it's rude not to get in touch with the unsuccessful interviewees.) So it's back to looking.
Update 3
Not really an update, but to keep the format I'll pass it off as one, as I mentioned my quiz team a few weeks ago. This week we came third. No prize for that. But there is a round each week where one player from each team has to go to the front of the bar and play a true/false game, in which the guy reads out a statement and the players all choose true (by putting their hands on their heads) or false (by putting their hands on their tails) and those who get it wrong have to go back to their tables, and so on until there's a winner. The winner gets points for their team, plus a jug of whatever drink they want, plus they get to do a Jaegerbomb* at the bar with the host. All of that is so far out of my comfort zone it's invisible. I've played it once before and happily lost in round three.
This week I thought I should show willing and volunteered to do it again. I made it past round three. Past round four. Five. Six. Seven. Past round eight and suddenly it was just me and a very tall and bearded young man left standing. When there are only two players left, they can't both pick the same answer. If they do pick the same answer, the first one to pick it gets to keep that answer, while the other player has to have the opposite.
"Stand closer together," said the host, as we had started at the far ends of the line. We shuffled to the centre of the bar and shook hands.
"Ready? Okay, the final statement is: the letter C represents carbon on the periodic table." My opponent and I both slammed our hands on our heads for true.
The crowd went ooh. "I think she got it," said the host, pointing to me. "You both had your hands up quickly, but hers went on her head faster." (I heard a woman sitting at the table behind me say, "Well, she's short, her hands don't have as far to go.") "So she gets to keep the answer as true, he has to answer false." The young man put his hands in his back pockets. "But that's okay," the host said to him, "that might be right... but it isn't."
So I won. We shook hands again and I offered the young man the Jaegerbomb, which he accepted. I got to go back to the blessed sanctuary of the table with extra points and a jug of lemon, lime and bitters for the team.
And that's the last time I'm going to do that.
* A shot of Jaegermeister in a glass of Red Bull, I believe. Our previous quiz venue had a big sign above the bar that said NO JAEGERBOMBS WITH SKITTLES BEFORE 4PM, which... is a portrait of a life, isn't it?
My mother went out yesterday and when she came back she had her house deed with her. The woman at the bank called her while she was out so she went straight in to get it. It turned up in the bank's post yesterday, even though the bank's computer system still shows the request as being processed. Whoever sent it also returned the fee via a bank cheque. So that's all turned out well.
Update 1b
While filling in the final paperwork, the woman at the bank noted that my mother's surname, with its remarkable lack of H where people think there should be one, is the same as her mother's. My mother's judicious questioning revealed that her grandfather and the bank woman's great-great-grandfather were brothers (brothers who emigrated to Australia, in fact, dooming their pale children to lifetimes of skin cancer and having their name misspelt). So my mother and the bank woman are, what, second cousins twice removed? Something like that. So that's a thing that happened.
Update 2
Another week has gone by without hearing from the recruiter, so I assume that's a no. I'm okay with that. I thought the interview went really well, so there's nothing I'm kicking myself for saying/not saying. It's their loss, because I'd have been great at that job. (I do think it's rude not to get in touch with the unsuccessful interviewees.) So it's back to looking.
Update 3
Not really an update, but to keep the format I'll pass it off as one, as I mentioned my quiz team a few weeks ago. This week we came third. No prize for that. But there is a round each week where one player from each team has to go to the front of the bar and play a true/false game, in which the guy reads out a statement and the players all choose true (by putting their hands on their heads) or false (by putting their hands on their tails) and those who get it wrong have to go back to their tables, and so on until there's a winner. The winner gets points for their team, plus a jug of whatever drink they want, plus they get to do a Jaegerbomb* at the bar with the host. All of that is so far out of my comfort zone it's invisible. I've played it once before and happily lost in round three.
This week I thought I should show willing and volunteered to do it again. I made it past round three. Past round four. Five. Six. Seven. Past round eight and suddenly it was just me and a very tall and bearded young man left standing. When there are only two players left, they can't both pick the same answer. If they do pick the same answer, the first one to pick it gets to keep that answer, while the other player has to have the opposite.
"Stand closer together," said the host, as we had started at the far ends of the line. We shuffled to the centre of the bar and shook hands.
"Ready? Okay, the final statement is: the letter C represents carbon on the periodic table." My opponent and I both slammed our hands on our heads for true.
The crowd went ooh. "I think she got it," said the host, pointing to me. "You both had your hands up quickly, but hers went on her head faster." (I heard a woman sitting at the table behind me say, "Well, she's short, her hands don't have as far to go.") "So she gets to keep the answer as true, he has to answer false." The young man put his hands in his back pockets. "But that's okay," the host said to him, "that might be right... but it isn't."
So I won. We shook hands again and I offered the young man the Jaegerbomb, which he accepted. I got to go back to the blessed sanctuary of the table with extra points and a jug of lemon, lime and bitters for the team.
And that's the last time I'm going to do that.
* A shot of Jaegermeister in a glass of Red Bull, I believe. Our previous quiz venue had a big sign above the bar that said NO JAEGERBOMBS WITH SKITTLES BEFORE 4PM, which... is a portrait of a life, isn't it?