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Ok, this sort of stuff only happens to me.

While I was waiting to start this new job, I’d applied for another job (in the same company). I’ve just got an interview! So the last day of my first week, I leave work, go home, get on my interview duds and head into Manchester to face a grilling.

And being a Hippy, I told my new manager all about it. It must be said he was very cool. not only did he say “Well done”, but he offered to give me feedback on my interview with him, to improve my chances at this one! And I’ve not even had time to piss him off yet! Now there’s a manager I probably don’t want to leave…….

To be honest this new job would need to be something pretty special to drag me away from the one I’ve just started. Sure it’s got its downside – like the silly hours I have to work so that my youngest isn’t left wandering the streets after school – but it’s what I’ve been after for a while…….

Anyways, it could all be moot if I don’t get this new one. Better get “preparing” for the interview – pass the bottle….

Well, I made it through my first day.

It was pretty easy to be honest. But then, first days in a new job usually are. Ask me in a few months – no doubt I’ll hate the sight of Dreamweaver by then…..

To be honest, I’m not that keen on it now.

No longer a Tech Help operative, I now walk the lonely road – in Limbo between jobs. Until Monday anyways.

To all the techies and smiley types that know me and read this blog – farewell. I’d like to say it’s been fun working with you, but then I’d also like to say that I’ve just won the lottery.

I’ll miss you all. For at least this weekend. And possibly the first time I get stuck with a tricky bit of my new job that I don’t like…..

Shot by Jon, one of the guys from work, while on the back of my bike. He said he wanted a joyride, and one of the other chaps wanted guitar strings. A ride into town followed. When I got back, he showed me what he’d done in the only bit of the journey that wasn’t at 2 miles an hour (due to traffic, not the Hippy being slow). He’s promised a refined edited version, complete with cheesy music and “exciting” still shots. I probably won’t see it now I’ve said that though……

Ok, here’s a pic. Click it for a bigger version.

Not taken by me, but one of the guys at work took it while the bike was parked in the building entrance.

Can’t park it there any more of course. Some kid with a stupid Aprilia “superbike” replica decided to send the angry bee he keeps captive in his engine buzzing around the tin can right outside the entrance. Revving it up for his mates edification. People complained. As they would. Oh, and plastic bike boy let his toy drip oil all over the entranceway too.

So now my little baby has to sit out in the rain, at the back of the building. But the very nice man who manages our building is going to get a couple of bike parking spaces marked out – after a bit of charm from yours truly. I did the whole “take off the glasses, shake the hand” thing!

Now I’ve just got to work on pedalbike sheds…….

I have a new toy.

It’s not a very hippy one though (hippy hangs head in mock shame, concealing huge grin under hair).

After too many years waiting for the money, I have a bike again. Yay!

Not a hooooge one, but it’s 5 times bigger than my last bike, so I feel like it’s a step up. It’s a Honda CB500. Red. 7 years old, but looks like a baby (apart from the slight dent where the previous owner presumably dropped it at speed).

My last bike (over 10 years ago) was a piddly little Honda H100 (2 stroke). This is very big and scary in comparison. I didn’t realise how much of a chicken I was until I was doing 60 on the motorway and I hit a cross wind!

Anyway, now that I’m a petrolhead I’ll have to spend all my time reading biking magazines, and going to bike shows. Not to mention talking about compression ratios and bhp…..

Or not.

A picture of the new toy may follow if I can ever figure out where my camera is hidden.