It’s really odd how things happen when you’ve been thinking about them, or maybe it’s because you start noticing things because you’ve been thinking about them. But a new shop is opening in a week, it’s a kind of boutique thing for teenage clothes, sort of cheap stuff, that you’d have on a market but quite nicely arranged in the shop. The shop is called Funkster; I can’t make up my mind whether that is a totally crap name, or actually quite good. We were walking past and noticed that there was an advert in the window for part-time staff. Before I knew it, Imogen had marched us in there and was asking about it, the woman who runs the shop was quite nice and said that she had had a bit of interest about the job and that she was a bit busy but if we came back in an hour and a half she’d give us an interview. It was really embarrassing, I was panicking about not knowing what to say and stuff but after an hour and a half Imogen marched us back in and the interview just ended up being a chat with this woman whose name was Madge – ha, Madge, Madge and Funkster don’t go very well together, and she’s a quite square and a bit mumsey. It all seemed to be going well, but she said that she would want people willing to work on Saturdays and do the late nights on Thursday and Fridays and to also do a few hours during the week. She said she was a bit worried about employing two friends and she didn’t want us chatting to each other and not getting on with the job!!! Imogen told her that we wouldn’t and then Madge said that she was opening on Thursday of next week, but that if she took us on she’d want us to come and train on Tuesday afternoon and Wednesday morning. She said that she’d seen some other people and she’d let us know on Monday. It seems like it would be an easy job, all you have to do is help people choose want they want, or man the fitting room or put out clothes. Part of me thinks it’s a great idea and that we’d get some money and be able to work together, but part of me thinks what a nightmare.