Workin' 9 to 5!
Well I'm back in Sunny Yorkshire!
The big news first - I'm now gainfully employed, yes sirree! On Friday morning I caught the coach to Worcester, struggling through a particularly vicious hangover (I fully blame Sonia for plying me with Carling at Sean's movie night!) when my phone rang. Thankfully (since I didn't recognise the number) I answered it like a coherent, employable-sounding human being, and totally unexpectedly it was the guy who'd interviewed me last week, asking me to start on Monday. Since I was away for the weekend, we agreed on Tuesday.
You'll all be pleased to know I did make an arse out of myself, though, by (after discussing when I'd start, etc) blurting out at the end of the conversation "So I've got the job then?"
Anyway yes, I'm starting today. I'm more than a little nervous - I always am when starting a new job, hell when I started my waitressing one I took a menu home from the restaurant and memorised it! But hopefully it should go well. I do have one concern - I realised after accepting the job that I haven't mentioned that I'll need time off for my graduation in a few weeks time, not to mention Friday, Saturday and Sunday of Bank Holiday weekend (which I'm just sure they're going to love) so I can head to Leeds Fest. To be entirely fair, though, they never once asked about any holidays booked or anything like that during the interview, and when he rang I was so taken aback by being offered the job that it totally slipped my mind. So... I guess I'll just mention it today when we're discussing my schedule and hope it'll be okay. If it's not... well fuck 'em. But hopefully it'll be reet (as we say Oop Narf) because I desperately need this job.
It's weird thinking this is my first Real Job. This isn't a job I'm going to leave in September. I don't get to run back to Uni this time. I've got mixed feelings about it - I'm happy, but also a little... wishing I was doing something more exciting, I think. I'm definitely going to seriously consider going back and doing an MSc in 2009, or at worst a PGCE. I feel like I have too many options now I've gotten a 2:1, which is crazy but true.
Also about the job: the shift patterns may kill me. You know how some people are bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, "The sun has got his hat on" type people first thing in the morning? Well I am decidedly not. I am a bleary-eyed mess who limits speech to one-syllable words and grunting until at least five minutes post-coffee. And I will sometimes be starting work at 7am. That means getting up at 6am at the very latest. Six in the morning, dear God. I'll either be working 7am-3pm, or 3pm-11pm. I'm already wearing a black armband and mourning the loss of my freaking social life!
Must keep thinking about the much-needed money. Incidentally I've already mentally spent my first months' wages on a bookshelf, desk chair, a kimono-style dressing gown and family tree supplies. That's the one thing I'm really looking forward to, having money for genealogy again! I'm already being naughty - of the £120 I've been given as congratulations recently, £60 of that is going on a heap of CDs with transcribed parish registers from Cambridgeshire on. Naughty, but I can't help myself - if I have to work hard, I'm damn well going to play hard!
Anyhow yes, employment, that's my Big News! Aside from that, went to Worcester this weekend to visit Kyle. It was awesome - basically the perfect end to a bloody great week! And it was so sweet - his Mum got me a congratulations card, as did his Mum's best friend! That was nice of them. And I'm already missing him again though, am seriously hating this long distance malarkey! Really, really can't wait until we can afford to think about living together.
Right, must get up and run some errands in town because I have WORK at 3!!!!! Wish me luck :)
The big news first - I'm now gainfully employed, yes sirree! On Friday morning I caught the coach to Worcester, struggling through a particularly vicious hangover (I fully blame Sonia for plying me with Carling at Sean's movie night!) when my phone rang. Thankfully (since I didn't recognise the number) I answered it like a coherent, employable-sounding human being, and totally unexpectedly it was the guy who'd interviewed me last week, asking me to start on Monday. Since I was away for the weekend, we agreed on Tuesday.
You'll all be pleased to know I did make an arse out of myself, though, by (after discussing when I'd start, etc) blurting out at the end of the conversation "So I've got the job then?"
Anyway yes, I'm starting today. I'm more than a little nervous - I always am when starting a new job, hell when I started my waitressing one I took a menu home from the restaurant and memorised it! But hopefully it should go well. I do have one concern - I realised after accepting the job that I haven't mentioned that I'll need time off for my graduation in a few weeks time, not to mention Friday, Saturday and Sunday of Bank Holiday weekend (which I'm just sure they're going to love) so I can head to Leeds Fest. To be entirely fair, though, they never once asked about any holidays booked or anything like that during the interview, and when he rang I was so taken aback by being offered the job that it totally slipped my mind. So... I guess I'll just mention it today when we're discussing my schedule and hope it'll be okay. If it's not... well fuck 'em. But hopefully it'll be reet (as we say Oop Narf) because I desperately need this job.
It's weird thinking this is my first Real Job. This isn't a job I'm going to leave in September. I don't get to run back to Uni this time. I've got mixed feelings about it - I'm happy, but also a little... wishing I was doing something more exciting, I think. I'm definitely going to seriously consider going back and doing an MSc in 2009, or at worst a PGCE. I feel like I have too many options now I've gotten a 2:1, which is crazy but true.
Also about the job: the shift patterns may kill me. You know how some people are bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, "The sun has got his hat on" type people first thing in the morning? Well I am decidedly not. I am a bleary-eyed mess who limits speech to one-syllable words and grunting until at least five minutes post-coffee. And I will sometimes be starting work at 7am. That means getting up at 6am at the very latest. Six in the morning, dear God. I'll either be working 7am-3pm, or 3pm-11pm. I'm already wearing a black armband and mourning the loss of my freaking social life!
Must keep thinking about the much-needed money. Incidentally I've already mentally spent my first months' wages on a bookshelf, desk chair, a kimono-style dressing gown and family tree supplies. That's the one thing I'm really looking forward to, having money for genealogy again! I'm already being naughty - of the £120 I've been given as congratulations recently, £60 of that is going on a heap of CDs with transcribed parish registers from Cambridgeshire on. Naughty, but I can't help myself - if I have to work hard, I'm damn well going to play hard!
Anyhow yes, employment, that's my Big News! Aside from that, went to Worcester this weekend to visit Kyle. It was awesome - basically the perfect end to a bloody great week! And it was so sweet - his Mum got me a congratulations card, as did his Mum's best friend! That was nice of them. And I'm already missing him again though, am seriously hating this long distance malarkey! Really, really can't wait until we can afford to think about living together.
Right, must get up and run some errands in town because I have WORK at 3!!!!! Wish me luck :)