Still Alive..... Still Jobless

We went out last night, as you do on a Saturday night. Funnily enough (for some at least), the bar was called 'The Sports Cafe'. The logo was even same.
Not so funny, I ended up going to hospital. Fortunately, I wasn't the one who was injured. I was down dancing with a couple of the guys and the rest were upstairs playing pool. Someone came and got me because Andrew (guy from Memphis, 'How y'all doing?') had "split his head open". From what I've been told he was sitting on the bar stool, I guess rocking on it, dancing to the music or something, and managed to go to far, fall over and hit his head on the corner of the pool table on the way down. He hadn't exactly 'split his head open' - he had a gash just above his eye, fairly deep, and him, the other Andrew (yes two, a little confusing sometimes) and one of the girls all had a fair amount of blood on them.

So there we were, sitting on the pavement outside, waiting for the ambulance to show up that the bouncer had called. Somewhere between half and hour and an hour we sat there. The cops came and went, determining they weren't needed. Eventually the ambulance was called again and we were told that 'it wasn't a priority'. Great.
So after sitting there for that long, we then had to somehow find a way to get him to the A&E - he definitely needed stitches. This proved much easier than we had anticipated, because as we were standing by the side of the road trying to figure out how we were going to do it, some guy driving past asked us what was going on and then gave us all a ride to the hospital, covered in blood and all. I still think that guy was unbelievably generous. We've got his business card so I guess Andrew will be buying him a very drinks some time in the future.

The rest of the night went predictably - sitting in the hospital waiting room for a few hours. Andrew obviously wasn't feeling too bad, despite appearing to be in a lot of pain - while lying on the hospital bed, needle going through his eyebrow, he starts trying to pick up the nurse. That part was rather amusing.

As for the jobs - still don't have one. I've turned down a couple of month-low temp things because I wanted to keep myself available for a proper position. I'm hoping I don't regret that. I have a "proper", "real" interview on Tuesday morning, complete with psychometric testing. At the moment, all my hopes are riding firmly on that. Riding bareback, over mountains perhaps, but riding on that all the same. All goes well and by the end of the week I'll be in a much different position than now, and can really start enjoying my time here.