Mixed bag.
Fabulous news:
I got the job with the paper in the Wairarapa. :D Editor loves me, and can't wait for me to start. Am chuffed to bits, especially since I was able to score the job without having got my driver's license.
My Mum got all choked up over the phone when I told her, my Head Lecturer said he was thrilled with me, Matt kissed me half to death when I got the phone call, and we celebrated with curry (from one of our favourite places) and beer. Which gave me terrible heartburn afterwards, but hey. ;)
My contract's coming in the mail, and I'll be negotiating a start date with my new boss (who seems like a darling) when it arrives. We'll be relocating to the Wairarapa hopefully within the next few weeks or so. At the moment, we're beginning the torturous process of cleaning our apartment and advertising for new tenants (we're breaking the lease early, so finding new bods is our responsibility). Dunno how easy it's going to be to get rid of it, given the stupidly high rent...but, we'll see. After that, we will begin the torturous process of packing up our stuff and moving it over the hill. I am, however, already beginning to biff out a whole heap of junk, which is awfully therapeutic.
Despite all the associated bullshit, we're extremely excited to move and begin this next chapter in the life of Matty and Ezza. We'll be heading up to the Wairarapa hopefully next week to look around, and check out some places. In other awesome news, we're most likely going to be inheriting one of Mum and Bill's cars when we move. So, yays all round. ;)
Shitty ass news
As some of you will have seen via Facebook, I failed my restricted license test on Friday. Spectacularly. As in, I hadn't turned the engine on properly. I *thought* I'd fully turned it on when the tester needed to check my signals and brake lights. But, no.
I managed to get out of our parking space, as the car rolled back when I turned off the hand brake. But, when I went to turn, I couldn't move the car. I started panicking, which turned into an actual mini panic attack and, eventually, the tester had to intervene and tell me what was wrong, as I was in no shape to figure it out for myself and carry on. Which is an instant fail. :/ Not wonderful.
Both the tester (who made me a cup of coffee when he saw how upset I was) and my instructor were great - they assured me it can happen to anyone, shared a few horror stories they'd come across - where students had gone down the road with their handbrakes still on, or had hit other cars as soon as they pulled out of the car park - and told me not to give myself a hard time. But still, I felt (and still feel) pretty stupid. I've been doing *so well* in lessons, and my driving has come such a long way. But, on both attempts to sit my test, I haven't even made it out of the car park. :( Plus, my parents have spent over a grand on my driving lessons, and still no pass. :(
Oh well. Onward and upward.
Slightly bizarre news:
This is neither here nor there, but I had a dream the other night that I dropped a TONNE of weight for some reason, and went down to at least a size 10. And NOBODY NOTICED. Like, I had to keep asking all my friends and family if they noticed anything different. But...even though I was about six dress sizes smaller, no-one seemed to give a flying rat's nest. And, trust me, if *I* dropped down to a size 10, somebody would notice. Odd.
Oh well. Back to the washing.
I got the job with the paper in the Wairarapa. :D Editor loves me, and can't wait for me to start. Am chuffed to bits, especially since I was able to score the job without having got my driver's license.
My Mum got all choked up over the phone when I told her, my Head Lecturer said he was thrilled with me, Matt kissed me half to death when I got the phone call, and we celebrated with curry (from one of our favourite places) and beer. Which gave me terrible heartburn afterwards, but hey. ;)
My contract's coming in the mail, and I'll be negotiating a start date with my new boss (who seems like a darling) when it arrives. We'll be relocating to the Wairarapa hopefully within the next few weeks or so. At the moment, we're beginning the torturous process of cleaning our apartment and advertising for new tenants (we're breaking the lease early, so finding new bods is our responsibility). Dunno how easy it's going to be to get rid of it, given the stupidly high rent...but, we'll see. After that, we will begin the torturous process of packing up our stuff and moving it over the hill. I am, however, already beginning to biff out a whole heap of junk, which is awfully therapeutic.
Despite all the associated bullshit, we're extremely excited to move and begin this next chapter in the life of Matty and Ezza. We'll be heading up to the Wairarapa hopefully next week to look around, and check out some places. In other awesome news, we're most likely going to be inheriting one of Mum and Bill's cars when we move. So, yays all round. ;)
Shitty ass news
As some of you will have seen via Facebook, I failed my restricted license test on Friday. Spectacularly. As in, I hadn't turned the engine on properly. I *thought* I'd fully turned it on when the tester needed to check my signals and brake lights. But, no.
I managed to get out of our parking space, as the car rolled back when I turned off the hand brake. But, when I went to turn, I couldn't move the car. I started panicking, which turned into an actual mini panic attack and, eventually, the tester had to intervene and tell me what was wrong, as I was in no shape to figure it out for myself and carry on. Which is an instant fail. :/ Not wonderful.
Both the tester (who made me a cup of coffee when he saw how upset I was) and my instructor were great - they assured me it can happen to anyone, shared a few horror stories they'd come across - where students had gone down the road with their handbrakes still on, or had hit other cars as soon as they pulled out of the car park - and told me not to give myself a hard time. But still, I felt (and still feel) pretty stupid. I've been doing *so well* in lessons, and my driving has come such a long way. But, on both attempts to sit my test, I haven't even made it out of the car park. :( Plus, my parents have spent over a grand on my driving lessons, and still no pass. :(
Oh well. Onward and upward.
Slightly bizarre news:
This is neither here nor there, but I had a dream the other night that I dropped a TONNE of weight for some reason, and went down to at least a size 10. And NOBODY NOTICED. Like, I had to keep asking all my friends and family if they noticed anything different. But...even though I was about six dress sizes smaller, no-one seemed to give a flying rat's nest. And, trust me, if *I* dropped down to a size 10, somebody would notice. Odd.
Oh well. Back to the washing.