A Diversion into frustration

Apart from looking at her new garden and wishing it was bigger, Betty does little else with her time. The Little Mushroom is at school now and while this frees up more time for shopping and socialising, something is missing.

In an attempt to plug the gap, Betty applied for a job. Bit of a stretch to see how she manage to actually do the job and the school run and avoid the required weekend work. But it had been a long time since she had a job, so Betty thought she would apply and see what happened.

She got an interview. Great! A little bit of preparation and she was relaxed and ready. She knew she probably wouldn't be able to take the job but there was the hope that they would offer her something that might fit into her busy schedule.

That was 13 days ago and Betty hasn't heard anything. So she is sulking. And annoyed and frustrated. Ok, so she wasn't what they were looking for but it is rude not to say so.

The interview seemed to go well. Nothing too tricky. She was a bit unprepared and wouldn't have been too surprised if they had said "Sorry, you're not our type."

But instead they said - the next stage would be an interview with the chief, would that be ok?
Betty thought no but said yes.
Then they took her phone numbers - land and mobile - and said they were interviewing other people and would be in touch.

At least that's what Betty remembers being said. But she certainly left with the impression that she would hear from them again.

Now she has a dilemma. She doesn't really want the job so she can't chase it. And to chase it would appear desperate anyway. So she sits and looks at her boring garden and tries to remember exactly what the nice man said.