I had my Personal Development interview (interrogation) at work this week.
After establishing that I had very neatly avoided all the targets from last year we got to the bit where I start to look like a rabbit caught in a stewpot.
"Where do you see yourself in five years time?"
I am never prepared. It catches me out every time. Haven't they learned that I have enough trouble remembering to get up for work every day let alone where I should be. I rely on auto-pilot, my inner GPS system to get me there, along with a rather clever system of colour coded knickers that tell me what day it is.
I tell her that there isn't a crystal ball made that can predict what I shall be doing in five years time. I can hardly predict what I shall be having for supper this evening and even that is subject to change at the last minute.
I blame my maths teacher - she was never going to drum predictive skills into my disorganised brain even though she hit me over the head with the book that held the key to my future. Funny how I can organise a bunch of crappy words into a legible sentence but stay resolutely 'in the moment' for anything that requires more than two brain cells being rubbed together.
Anyway, I want to be a ballerina - wonder if she'll pay for the lessons and the pretty dress?
pee ess - Phoctober - "keep off the growing thingies"
and "disorganised but less moody"....