I can do that...

I WAS brave today ... on two counts.

Husband was invited to a round of golf by a neighbour so off he trot. Taking the only set of wheels we have with him.
This left me to fend for myself and looking at ways I could while away the hours that the children were sat at their desks. So I strolled around the estate in the direction of a main road and jumped onto a bus into town. It's a five minute journey under your own 4-litre steam and the speed I drive at (!) but under the steam of the Peninsula Bus Line, I was in Mornington 25 minutes later.

By the time I'd spent a bit of money and had a bite for lunch, it was pretty much time to start getting back if I wanted to get to the school on time. But, before leaving, I had a job to do. To ask in the bistro where I was sitting about the job they had advertised in the window.

In an attempt to get myself into Mornington to earn money each day and not spend it, I enquired what exactly was entailed in the role of "kitchenhand".
Sounds pretty obvious to me but I just wanted to leave the charismatic confines of my comfy couch to stickybeak around the kitchen itself. The waitress suggested I speak with the head chef before I left, so I did.

It looked ok to me and by all accounts, if experience is what they're after, they've found it with me. May as well be paid for washing up dishes because I do it for nowt at home.
But then, head chef Nick tells me the haunt is "currently trialling for the position..."

Trialling??? Gee whizz. I really am going to have a shock when it comes to finding office employment that I'm used to if a job washing pots needs to be trialled.

Think I might sit this one out!