Diary Thursday 4th February 2016

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The dreaded welfare meeting that usually takes place every Wednesday was moved to this morning to suit my advisor. The interview went quickly as the last few weeks were dominated by a training course and I put in my receipts claiming my travel expenses. A few students on the course have run into problems with advisors avoiding making payment on this though mine promised to process my claim right away and that my money will be in my account in three working days, so I should get that by Monday or Tuesday. Job-agency interview time in the afternoon, and an utter waste of time. I knew the street where it was being held but ran into heavy diversions approaching the building which proved to be because the wind actually blew their high rise windows into the street. I was allowed in through a back door and took the lift to their tenth floor as requested. The interviewer then led me to the sixth floor and set me a very peculiar perception test. Questions were easy but had instructions to answer each in a box next to another question, so it ran thus – Question four – write your name in the answer box to the left of question seventeen. Question seventeen asked me to count the vowels in my name and write the answer in the box to the right of question four, etc. I feel my brain cells melt doing such pathetic anti-dumb tests. The final question on page one instructed me to put my pen down, fold my arms and ignore all the questions on page two. After fifteen minutes of following this instruction I was told about the company car division of a leading breakdown service and told I was under consideration for future interviews. That was it. I had a real ale society pub survey to do at Manchester’s Port Street Beer House. I decided to do it today as I was in town anyway following the interview. As it was not quite open I had a beer in a nearby pub called The Tariff & Dale which was also terrific, if rather dark inside. I then went to do the Port Street survey and came home. Arthur Chappell