So. If there is something I have learned in life, it's that whining on my blog solves bureaucratic red-tape issues within a few days. Remember the passport issues? I blog about it and a few days later things work out. I blog about the job interview shit, and a few days later it works itself out.... If only my love life worked that way...

I received a phone call from the Honorary Consulate up in Edinburgh today, and they were more than happy to accommodate me. This means that my job interview is on Friday at 3 p.m. British time (8 a.m. Edmonton time). In Edinburgh. I just booked my train tickets. Luckily there were a few Saver Return tickets left, and so I'm not totally broke now (45 quid return! yay! That'd be about 90 bucks Canadian, in case anyone's interested).

They've now had the gall to tell me, though, that I might miss this selection round and have to wait until the next one since I won't be coming back to Canada until mid-October.

And they WON'T pay my travel costs. Stupid government. Or my cell phone bill. Bastards. But whatever. The pay's decent and the benefits are nice. And the job itself ain't half bad.

So I'm heading up on Friday morning and coming back on Friday night. After my interview I may try and find the B&B where I'm staying next weekend when I head up for the Tattoo...

So, wish me luck, folks!