It pours

'Eventful' doesn't even begin to cover it, and that's just today. But I shall give you a timeline of the events leading up to today.

Thursday night: I go out for drinks with Jen (associate publisher) and a few PR mates. Jen lets slip that Kat is due to be fired the next day. Apparently an open secret.

Friday: Jen is off sick, Kat doesn't get fired. Kat emails me a job she thinks I'd be perfect for: corporate communications writer at Austrade.

Sunday: I've forgotten all about the job, besides which it has gone to my email bin because it has been forwarded (I have a filter that deletes fwds, though check the bin every now and again in case there's anything useful).

I accidentally delete something so go to the bin to retrieve it and find the job email. I read the job description; can I just say that I've never been so perfect for any job in my whole entire life than for this position? It's paying $10-25K more than my current role. I also imagine more time and some travel thrown in.

I call Skippy, who once worked in government and has some of the same job issues as me. I might also mention she's psychic. Anyway, she tells me to go for the job. I resolve to apply. I need Jen as a referee, though, so I realise I need to tell her.

Today: It's Kat's birthday. Her stay of execution lengthens.

I'm called into my boss' office to be offered a promotion and a $5K pay rise; basically, I would take over Kat's client publication and someone would be hired to take care of my client publication and some of the more mundane parts of my role.

At lunch I tell Jen about the Austrade job. She agrees to be my referee, but encourages me to tell my boss so he knows the score.

I tell my boss. Clearly this means he can't gleefully fire Kat, which makes him quite unhappy (despite this he offers to be a referee, though I'm not sure whether that's so he can sabotage my chances...). So, the future of my current company now rests on whether or not I get this Austrade job and I haven't even submitted my application!

The worst part is that so many people were looking forward to seeing the back of Kat and now they've been told it won't happen for at least a few weeks, but they don't know why (except Jess, because I told her the whole story).

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Had a great day on Saturday. Started off early, donating blood up at Chatswood, then I went to Rethreads at Carriageworks, which was the big clothing swap meet (well, it also had books and CDs but I was there for the clothes). I was glad to get rid of 10 items and ended up finding a formal dress, a jacket, two skirts and a few tops.

I dithered over the formal dress for a while. It's pale blue so I might need more of a tan to pull it off, but I decided to take it because I'd given them three formal dresses (my 20-in-1 black Sacha Drake, my red Logies dress and my teal silk cheongsam, which I wore to my brother's wedding) that I probably wouldn't wear again because I'd worn them at prominent events, so it seemed fair to take something that no one had seen me wear.

Whoever got that Sacha Drake dress totally won - it's worth $289 and I've worn it twice because 19 of the 20 styles are not at all flattering on me and the 20th style is to wear it as a long skirt and I already have many, much nicer, long black skirts thank you very much.

After Rethreads I went home and had a nap largely from walking lots in the sun and not eating much and having given blood.

In the evening, Sir and I went to see 'Don Juan in Soho' at the New Theatre in Newtown, which I enjoyed. It was sharp, camp, amoral and yet somewhat philosophical. We polished off our time there with a visit to the Pastizzi Cafe despite the fact that earlier in the day I'd resolved to lose 5kg by my next blood donation appointment because I've put on weight over the winter. But who could resist? Mmm, pastizzi.

Today I picked up a parcel from the post office: it was my shipment of Sharing Machine t-shirts. I wish the 'Bad poetry, Oh noetry' t-shirt wasn't yellow, otherwise I'd buy it. I now own the apostrophe's t-shirt and the wine tasting one.

That's all for now. I'll let you know how everything goes as it happens. I have to do some work tonight and all I can think of is 'if I get this Austrade job, all overtime will be compensated, besides which, you'll be getting $10K more!' Front of mind people, front of mind. Think positive for me.