Damn me!

It's official. I'm a typical woman.

Apparently I'm just never satisfied with the perfectly good options I've been given. Yep, I've just turned down yet another decent job.

Okay, it's not 100% certain it was mine, but it was pretty close. The guy has been calling me and one or two others up and asking us additional questions and also wanted me to go round to the studio again this afternoon to socialise a little with the other two designers so he can get some idea of how well we'll all mesh.

However, I'm surviving on the freelance stuff Rod's has given me, and while the place seemed acceptable, it 'wasn't going to further my long term goals'. He he.

Actually, I'm happier this way. I'm going to work on additional stuff for my portfolio, and also some little booky-mailer things that I can send to agencies in Joburg that I want to work for, so I reckon in the new year when the job markets open up I can sell myself to a lot better caliber of agencies. I feel like I'll have more potential!

In yet duller news I've discovered that my car's radiotor has a small leak. I now have to fill up with water pretty much every time I leave the house... just in case. When I drive to Pretoria tomorrow I'll need to take water with me so I can fill it up for the return journey.

Fortunately I'm only here for about another week so there's a radiator repair place nearby that Grant says he'll take my car to when I'm gone to get a quote. Joy.

Anyway, I need to head off home. I've done my work for the week and there is a swimming pool calling to me and a chicken I need to denude of it flesh, a sacrifice to chicken curry. (Athough the joy of cooking in our house is that I'm somewhat fussy, Grant's very slightly fussy, Tamara doesn't really like much meat other than chicken and Rudi's Jewish, so can't combine meat with dairy - it's a goddamn nightmare! And I'm going to discover if my curry works with coconut milk instead of cream...)