Six weeks and counting

Let's hear it for the boy.

He only went and got the job.

Yep, they called yesterday and offered me the position, despite all the hassle and lies surrounding my reference. I don't start till the New Year, so therefore only have six weeks of misery left (until I start there and end up hating it within the first month, which is kind of becoming a habit).

One of two things is true.

A) They were so impressed with my ability, attitude and experience that they overlooked the mess and knew their magazine couldn't survive without me.

B) They are imbeciles.

I know I should favour the first explanation, but I can't help but be drawn to the second.

What can I say? When I turn up at an interview having knocked back half a bottle of vodka, I become irresistible.

Three cheers for me!