OK so I am in my consulting room alone, comfort eating. I am suffering a severe case of being illogically logical. Before this morning I would have said that was an oxymoron, I no longer feel it is, I’ll explain in a bit.
Fab Oxymoron example!
Last week I went for an job interview, working with a friend of mine, closer to home, more annual leave and a damn lot less time in the car and money going to fill my car. (Currently I commute a 50 mile round trip daily, that’s 250 miles a week, and about £40 a fortnight in diesel, which is nearly a grand a year just on fuel and I spend over 7 hours in the car each week).
As you might appreciate I am sometimes silly, this exacerbates when I am a tad nervous for example in interviews! So before I get back to my logic oxymoron, let me tell you how I answered the interview questions…(my wife laughed and then said.. “you can’t say that in interview!” (Actually you can, perhaps you shouldn’t, but you can!))
Question: What do you consider the worse part of working in General Practice?
Answer: Hmmm, going home after work??
Question: Where do you see yourself in 5 years time?
Answer: I’ll be 40, so potentially having a mid-life crisis, tattooed and riding around on a motorbike.
Phwoar!!! Look at the shiny metal…Hey…oh yeah… blogging. Sorry got distracted….
Question: What do you do to combat stress?
Answer: I’d like to say go home and drink 1/2 a bottle of scotch but…(more sensible answer then given).
Question: Name 2 things you’d like to change about yourself.
Answer: “Oh, if I say nothing that sounds really vain. Urm.” “Nasal Hair”
No I don’t have a moustache.
I did clarify with more sensible answers after initially blurting out the above answers, and I obviously can say things like that in interview as they offered me the job. Now we get to the logic oxymoron…
The new job has a tiny commute, therefore less cost getting to work, more time with my children. It is a good opportunity to develop my skills working in a teaching unit with new people. Logically move really.
I love my current job, every tiny aspect of it.
Environmentally, developmentally, financially and fatherly it’s logical to move. It is also illogical to leave a job you love in every aspect, so I should stay. The problem is I am a moron oxymoron. I am logical yet soppy and emotional.
So I have accepted the new job, and will enjoy it when I get there and make the most of every opportunity, but I shall cry every day before I leave my current job. Look! I’m an ex A&E nurse, and I still can’t cope with compliments, so anymore of this; “I’m really pleased for you, but we will miss you sooo much/the place won’t be the same without you” stuff and I shall explode.
Anyway if an oxymoron is illogical by its very definition, an illogical oxymoron must be the same as a double negative and therefore is logical! If you don’t understand me, then just smile nicely and say “yes dear!” If you do understand me seek help immediately.