Sunday Ramblings

The wheel is finally turning and it looks like things are looking up.

I got a call from the recruitment agency regarding the position I applied for with them a while back.  I have a formal interview with the employer on Wednesday at 10:00.  I am so glad because I really was beginning to lose hope.  I also applied for another position at a well-know insurance brokerage which was advertised in our local rag on Friday and was called for a direct interview on Friday at 11:00.  I am hoping for the one that I am interviewing for on Wednesday because it has to do with imports and exports, which is what I spent seven years studying through correspondence for, but I am keen to hear what the insurance company is willing to offer so that I may have some salary negotiation leverage.

Elizabeth, Liza, Rachel, Kyle, myself and two other friends went out dancing on Saturday night.  Elizabeth’s brother, Patrick was supposed to join us, but he never pitched up, leaving all of us without a dance partner.  Fortunately some lonely chap took pity on us and we at least had a few turns on the dance floor.  My feet were a tad sore this morning, but well worth it.  I haven’t been out of the house at all this entire week, because job hunting and applying for anything I might qualify for has been top priority.  It was good to get out, but I didn’t tell my parents about our plans, because they may feel the little bit of cash I do have may have been better spent elsewhere.

Today was a quiet day at home.  Elizabeth joined us for lunch, but the poor woman is all bunged up with the onset of a cold that she ended up napping on the couch.  While she was napping on the couch I did something constructive and baked some biscuits, but before you all burst into deafening applause, the biscuit mix is ready made, i.e. out of a B-O-X.

I don’t mind baking a cake from scratch, but past experience has taught me that biscuits are not something I am ready to attempt quite just yet.  Anyhow, my “unreal” biscuit didn’t come out too badly, so this is a step in the right direction.

The first batch was Ina Paarman’s Chocolate Chip Cookies, and boy – they a choc-a-block with those chocolate chips.

The second batch were Madagascan Vanilla Biscuits from Woolies.  They are lovely with a cuppa tea or a glass of milk because they are not sweet biscuits.

My hand was a bit heavy on the icing sugar, but they still taste good.

Dad called Mom and I onto the balcony about an hour ago to look at the sunset.  My camera didn’t do the beauty of the blazing ball of fire in the sky justice, but at least I got a pic.

My folks are going to watch the eight o’ clock movie on M-Net tonight, so I will be curled up in my bed with another James Patterson’s Women’s Murder Club novel, 8th Confession.  I don’t know why, but I seem to be reading the series backwards…

…but then again, as my blog tagline says, “I’m the Piece of the Puzzle that doesn’t quite fit…”

7 thoughts on “Sunday Ramblings

  1. Adeeyoyo March 13, 2011 / 8:11 pm

    The biscuits look very tempting. Good luck for the interviews – I’ll be thinking of you!

    • Mid-Thirty Misfit March 14, 2011 / 11:23 am

      Adee, they don’t taste too bad either 😉 Thanks for the good vibes, I need every single one!

    • Mid-Thirty Misfit March 14, 2011 / 9:27 am

      Thanks you for the visit to my blog! The first thing my dad saide about the icing was “Did you burn them because no-one will notice will all that icing sugar…”

  2. Cindy March 14, 2011 / 6:25 am

    Well done with the biccies and WOW! on that sunset.
    Will hold thumbs for the interviews. xxx

    • Mid-Thirty Misfit March 14, 2011 / 9:27 am

      Thanks Cin! I wish I could have got a perfect picture of the sunset – it was so beautiful.

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