So, after jinxing the job by pretty much, 99% feeling that I’d nailed it and freaking out by all the change that entailed, I then yo-yo’d the other way and spent the weekend re-adjusting to the idea that I didn’t need to give up my home, cat, booze and penchant for cougar behaviour.
I called at 9.30 am today to be told they were still ‘mulling things over’ and I’d hear within the next few days. So, yo-yo’d right back down to staying at home. And then got the call.
!! AND I GOT THE FREAKING JOB !!
So much change!!! So much terror!! so much excitement!!
I now have to:
- Hand in my notice at the hostel – can do this, quite looking forward to it, will miss my residents but have been messed about so much by the ‘corporation’ that I’m looking forward to it.
They have no idea about any of this and term starts in 2 weeks – eeekk!!
3. Give my notice on my tenancy – ok – they’re on holiday till next week – phew
… and is not amused