I went into work yesterday and found out that they're reorganising the company, and my job has been made redundant.

I didn't see that coming. Not even a little bit.

It wasn't the best news I've ever had. I loved my job.

Bleh. Here I am at home with the flu. It's only the second day I've taken off sick since I started at this job, unless you count yesterday when I went home early with this bug. I practically need to be dead before I'll take a day off ( Read more... )

All week, I've been tired with no particular reason for it. Well, today I do have a reason. I was up late with one of the kids last night over a medical issue. It was all sorted out well enough for me to go to work today, but still, I need my eight hours of sleep or I turn into a pumpkin, so someone make a pie with me ( Read more... )

So, I haven't posted for a while. Part of this is because I'm lazy. Part because I have nothing to say, and part because, well, life is hectic.

1. Work is flat out. (Don't know what flat out means? Go to aussie_slang and find out!) <\shameless plug ( Read more... )

On Friday, we move to our new rental house, which is 50 minutes by train to my new job, as opposed to 90 like it is now.

Moving good.
Packing bad.

At the moment, our current landlord's agent is good. They aren't showing anyone through until Saturday. Woot! We're gone Friday. Bring it, baby.

OMG, I'm so exhausted. Work tomorrow. Mmm, work. Mmm

I have been gainfully employed for a week now.

Or I should say, two days. I work three days a week, and one of my usual days was ANZAC day. Yay holiday.

I am still employed. Woot.

In just over 36 hours, I start my new job. I'm so run off my feet with packing, cleaning, organising childcare and swotting that I haven't had time to be too anxious about my first day ( Read more... )

Damn, I'm funny. That'll never happen. Still, I have been losing weight. And now I have a new incentive! New job = new clothes. Who wants to buy fat clothes when they can buy thin clothes? Who can afford to? Eh, a huge chunk of my money will be sucked into childcare. Still. New clothes ( Read more... )

Woot! So, yesterday afternoon, my interviewer called me back. The phone call didn't quite start auspiciously. He started with "I don't really think you'd be suitable for that job." - Bummer, huh ( Read more... )

The interview went well. I really like my (maybe) new boss. He said he likes me, and made all sorts of positive but-this-isn't-an-official-offer noises. He was considering paying me real money (by that I mean not the complete /crap/ my last two jobs paid). He made positive noises about me working part time.

I found a babysitter who might work out.