Meet My New Friend Jack….

That’s Mr. Jack to you. Mr. Jack Daniels.

Yeap, after a disaster of a Saturday (and it’s not even over yet) I’ll be having a charming conversation with the inanimate Jack later on today. Buy why this sudden rush of self-pity I hear you ask? Well, my "glass half full" philosophy on life is not going to be dented, but let’s just say a few things this week have not quite gone to plan.

First off, I went for a job interview the other week. They are looking for an enthusiastic programmer to join their team. The job sounds excellent and it would be brilliant if I got the nod and I felt the interview went well. And I could have only been more enthusiastic at the interview if I’d changed my name to Mr. Enthusiastic and entered the room to the tune I’m So Excited by the Pointer Sisters. The guy at the agency then told me they’ve decided to interview another two people and he’d let me know their feedback by Friday. Not all good signs, especially since he didn’t ring yesterday.

Next up, my on/off chat with someone now seems to be more off than on. After a few messages flying backwards and forwards I decided to try the next level by offering my phone number so we can have a proper chat. Needless to say, no more messages have appeared from Match.com or via Mr. Alexander Graham Bell’s wonderful invention.

But it gets worse.

Feeling a little down in the dumps, I decided that a visit to the gym was in order. That never fails to cheers me up, so after a go on the sunbed to replenish my rapidly fading tan it all seemed to be working well. Unfortunately, that was until I left the gym and slipped on some ice in the car park. Frantically attempting to save myself from falling flat on my face (with some moves that would impress those Dancing on Ice judges) I ended up going over on my ankle. I now have a swollen and throbbing ankle and a walk not too dissimilar to Long John Silver. But with a limp.

I’ve also just eaten a post gym jam donut and I’m now suffering from some sort of odd sugar rush. It may down to the aspirin I’ve just taken, but I feel decidedly weird. What a great start to the weekend!