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So, Vance is Death …

On the edge

It’s been a while since we last took the top off the gravy browning.

Ah, the rejection email with the subtext “we gave it to the internal candidate but thank you for making up numbers”. On to the next one.

Alison Habens

It was only a screening interview so I can’t let myself want the job too much, but I would really like to get this job.

In a cafe on Anglesey and they have no Welsh cakes.

We all live here now.

“You’re as useless as … as … fucking golf”, shouted in pure Mancunian in Newton Heath. #Overheard

My first screening interview with an AI bot. Job searching has changed a bit over the last 40 years.

His brother is presumably Gloss Smith.

*walks into shop playing the J Geils Band* *feels old* #MyAngelIsACentrefold

A tad too much green chilli sauce on the breakfast burrito makes for a lively start to the weekend.

Hanami

Peter Greenaway has lost his sheep.

Thanks Mum!

Without downloading new pictures, where are you mentally?

Heaven preserve me from a man desperate to tell me how clever he is.

In an unusual turn of events I have applied for a job via my phone while out on the hill. This is the world we have worked to create.

To complete a day which has included the HMRC helpline, I am now waiting for a locksmith to come and unlock my jammed front door lock.

New bra day! Now all the old ones feel as though they have the structural integrity of the Tacoma Narrows Bridge.

I couldn’t decide whether I wanted a Walnut Whip or a Crème Egg so I had a Walnut Whip and a Crème Egg.

Blue Friday

A simple thing like somebody saying, “Nice lipstick, it really suits you”, can lift your day.

Random day off to go into town and shop gently. Manchester seems quiet for a Friday morning.

What's your go to Australian film to recommend to people?

I’m now old enough that the number on the pub’s card reader when I buy four drinks makes think, “I could have been pissed all weekend for that back in the day”.

In my dream last night I had excellent hair. In the office this morning it’s the usual rats’ nest.

I’d forgotten the malleability of CVs when engaged in a job hunt. Over the past week it has changed more often than Mr. Benn and each version has been entirely true and accurate, just with a different emphasis.

This is a really weird world in which to be sober.