So I'm in Hampstead having the obligatory cawfee - this time Carlluccio's with a 10 month old companion, a six year old and a 30 something year old. It's cold, we're sitting outside and the service is rubbish...and the cawfee - well I've had better. We walk uphill and towards the live fish shop, that one near the tube. We look at its window display - a tank full of swimming fish - apart from one (it's white) lying still at the bottom of the tank.
'Looks like its gone to fish heaven'.
'Think I better go in and tell the owner.'
And I do. I am greeted by Mr flicky hairdo whose name is most probably Jasper. I tell him that one of his fish has passed on. He tells me that the fish wasn't feeling well that morning.
I look at him in disbelief... how the hell do you know that a fish isn't feeling well...
Answers please...
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About Me
- The latte days in North London
- So like a lot of people due to funding cuts etc etc I find myself at 42 on the scrap heap. 16 years of experience working in further education....and tbh it wasn't a career choice that I planned after University. I just landed a job and continued to work in the sector going from project to project. Not very exciting you might think and many times I thought the same. So for one reason or another I find myself looking for that job that will excite, entice and appreciate my knowledge and skills. You'd think it was a no brainer but interviews are getting tougher and tougher and no candidate is left unscathed by the process, I'm going to ue this blog to feedback and reflect on each of my interviews and maybe I will learn something on the way on how to clinch that job.
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some time ago i was in foreign parts and enjoying the delights of a public swimming bath when i noticed something amiss in a fish tank by the side of the pool. There was a velvety purple fish with its mouth up against the side of the glass tank quite literally gasping for breath. Not knowing what else to do, I summoned the lifeguard down from his ladder and pointed to the afflicted creature (i was not very conversant in his foreign tongue)but he just laughed and explained that the fish was eating and that he collects plankton (or whatever)in that manner. I was mortified and repaired at once to the changing rooms.
I once met an intelligent lifeguard.
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