What a pleasing day.
I failed to swim. I didn’t quite leave the
house in time, even though I had time. The sun was generous and I know it would
have been beautiful. I would have said good morning to ladies, dogs and rats.
The water would have reminded me of the vitality of my body. I didn’t. I did
have a chat with Joan, just back from her holiday and an absolute pleasure, all
short-haired and a little bit tanned, and giddy from lack of sleep after a late
flight to Gatwick and two night buses home.
Then my assessment centre for a summer job,
which was a treat. Such a treat. It was quite hard, in points. It was a series
of group exercises and an interview. The interview was always going to be fine.
I feel very little pressure with interviews. It’s such a two-way thing. You’re
there to find out about each other as people and organisations. If either party
doesn’t want to take it further, that’s fine. I don’t feel any pressure to
perform. And group exercises? I love them. No pressure…
Except that these group exercises all
involved being on the spot, on your own, trying to manage a group of kids. Only
we didn’t have any kids in the room, so all the other attendees obliged.
Sometimes, they were downright rude and sometimes lovely – all under orders. It
was brilliant! I think I enjoyed playing a difficult teenager more than anyone
could have expected. It’s a balance. I tried not to screw over my fellow
applicants and I succeeded every time but one, where my ‘obvious’ had come out
of my mouth before could stop it and there it was. My intention wasn’t to be a
dick, but dickishness may have been done by me. Not quite the same thing. The
person on the spot extracated herself, though, so if there was egg on a face,
it was mine. All good.
I had such fun playing, I sometimes forgot
myself. The whole group was finding games throughout and playing them hard. One
of them was to endow most of the characters we talked about with the physical
characteristics of one of the hosts, which was insulting, but made him laugh a
lot. Once again, All Good. And I swapped numbers with a girl who was just so
pleasing to play with that we thought we’d better maybe do some acting
together. She was so into her characters that she was entirely transformed and
natural, and that she and I ended up having a sustained argument that I swear
we both cared about, only we didn’t, because it was all pretend. Loved it. Lots
of good people. I hope I get to work with some of them this summer.
I had a very peaceful lunch with my
computer in a café near Charing Cross, next to a Russian woman teaching Russian
to a French man. Very pleasing. I sensed a little sexual tension between them.
He was really quite attractive (though no older than late twenties, I think). I
took her card. I liked hearing them do their lesson. Perhaps I will treat
myself to a lesson or two with her. Or maybe I’ll just pay her to speak to me.
Perv.
And then a fabulous meeting with Dylan
Emery to talk about impro. It was fascinating and hugely useful, and I got to
meet his lovely wife and curly-bonced, open-faced daughter, who was a delight.
So comfortable in her skin – great merit to her parents – and so engaging! I
enjoyed the whole afternoon very much…
Then I caught up with Rob – good stuff –
and we shall have a think. I’m excited. First class this Monday. Woop Doop!
Kaira (from the Ukraine) has done a
beautiful job on my bridesmaid’s dress. It fits like it had been made with me
in mind now that she’s done her magic. She is goooood. And from there, I came
straight up to Ruth’s. I dithered and got myself together until she came home
and then I had an unadulterated hour of Ruth time. Very happy about that
indeed. Tomorrow, we’ll walk and thein maybe we’ll pudding, possibly even
lunch. Either of those ridiculous verbs will do.
Grateful for work that, once again, really
feels like play, and like it’ll be a massive challenge too. And for people that
make me happy.
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