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...Selfish Susie's scoffed all the sodding sweets!
I only got one annoying person on the phone today; I guess that's progress. What's more, this one was a 'reissue' - someone who'd already refused last week, and whom I'd been assigned to try and change their mind - so I expected her to be a bit difficult. Sure enough, she insisted she didn't want to carry on with the survey - and added that she "felt very strongly" about that. Given how 'strongly' she felt, you'd probably expect her to be ready to share her reason for not wanting to do it. Think again. I asked what the reason was, and she stiffly said "I just don't want to do it. Goodbye" and hung up.
I know it's just my mental state this week, but her refusal to give a reason really got under my skin. Something else that really ticked me off today was that someone passed a box of sweets round the two rows where I was sitting, and the box was never offered to me, presumably because I was doing an interview at the time. When I came off my call ten minutes or so later, I wandered up and down the rows, plus the next two rows, but nobody had the box of sweets - presumably they'd finished them all. Pigs.
And no, I didn't touch any of the goodies on the nibbles table. 3 days in a row now *gives self silver star*
Hooray - arrived home to find Torbjörn Engman's CD had arrived, with a letter attached saying he'll be pleased to meet me for a beer in Mariehamn. I gave the CD a quick test drive, then headed down to the Post Office to send it off to Ace for inclusion in the Global Alternative Song Contest. On my way there, the heavens opened and for ten minutes or so an intense isolated shower of rain torrented down. Still, the pride on coming out of the Post Office having been responsible for Åland's first ever entry in an international song contest made up for skin-soaked trousers.
Went over to Jo's this evening. Told her my sad saga. She fell in with prevailing opinion, that on the evidence of her behaviour Miss K2 isn't someone I want to be with. To be honest that's probably true. Talking to Jo confirmed something I've been realising yesterday and today: that while the personal rejection did hurt, the real worst thing for me isn't that I'll never be with Miss K2. It's that for two years I'd been cherishing a romantic obsession with her, an obsession I thoroughly enjoyed, and that became a big part of my soul. Now it's gone and all I've got is a big gaping hole.
Jo made chilli con carne and garlic bread (the latter a bit burnt but it didn't matter). She apologised for forgetting to get wine in, but I was fine with Coke. We talked about old college friends, her and Jonathan's attempts at dieting, how she's having a busy time with her church activities, my exploits during the mayoral year and plans for the next 12 months, and her brothers and sister. She agreed to be a jury in the Global Alternative contest, and offered to ask her brother Tim who's Eurovision mad. We finished with a dessert she'd improvised from fromage frais, crushed digestive biscuits, nuts and grated dark orange chocolate - a bit cobbled together, but quite tasty.
I only got one annoying person on the phone today; I guess that's progress. What's more, this one was a 'reissue' - someone who'd already refused last week, and whom I'd been assigned to try and change their mind - so I expected her to be a bit difficult. Sure enough, she insisted she didn't want to carry on with the survey - and added that she "felt very strongly" about that. Given how 'strongly' she felt, you'd probably expect her to be ready to share her reason for not wanting to do it. Think again. I asked what the reason was, and she stiffly said "I just don't want to do it. Goodbye" and hung up.
I know it's just my mental state this week, but her refusal to give a reason really got under my skin. Something else that really ticked me off today was that someone passed a box of sweets round the two rows where I was sitting, and the box was never offered to me, presumably because I was doing an interview at the time. When I came off my call ten minutes or so later, I wandered up and down the rows, plus the next two rows, but nobody had the box of sweets - presumably they'd finished them all. Pigs.
And no, I didn't touch any of the goodies on the nibbles table. 3 days in a row now *gives self silver star*
Hooray - arrived home to find Torbjörn Engman's CD had arrived, with a letter attached saying he'll be pleased to meet me for a beer in Mariehamn. I gave the CD a quick test drive, then headed down to the Post Office to send it off to Ace for inclusion in the Global Alternative Song Contest. On my way there, the heavens opened and for ten minutes or so an intense isolated shower of rain torrented down. Still, the pride on coming out of the Post Office having been responsible for Åland's first ever entry in an international song contest made up for skin-soaked trousers.
Went over to Jo's this evening. Told her my sad saga. She fell in with prevailing opinion, that on the evidence of her behaviour Miss K2 isn't someone I want to be with. To be honest that's probably true. Talking to Jo confirmed something I've been realising yesterday and today: that while the personal rejection did hurt, the real worst thing for me isn't that I'll never be with Miss K2. It's that for two years I'd been cherishing a romantic obsession with her, an obsession I thoroughly enjoyed, and that became a big part of my soul. Now it's gone and all I've got is a big gaping hole.
Jo made chilli con carne and garlic bread (the latter a bit burnt but it didn't matter). She apologised for forgetting to get wine in, but I was fine with Coke. We talked about old college friends, her and Jonathan's attempts at dieting, how she's having a busy time with her church activities, my exploits during the mayoral year and plans for the next 12 months, and her brothers and sister. She agreed to be a jury in the Global Alternative contest, and offered to ask her brother Tim who's Eurovision mad. We finished with a dessert she'd improvised from fromage frais, crushed digestive biscuits, nuts and grated dark orange chocolate - a bit cobbled together, but quite tasty.
