I didn’t post anything last week, not exactly because I had nothing to post about but more because I didn’t want to write about something I didn’t know the outcome of yet. On Tuesday last week I got an unexpected call inviting me to interview. I’d only spotted the vacancy on the closing date and knocked up an application in about three hours. To be honest, I was happy even to get an interview as I haven’t done a proper job interview since forever and it would be good practice if nothing else.
So I trekked up to London on Thursday morning for the interview, managing to arrive slightly late (argh) because my train was delayed and the taxi I had ordered from London Bridge in an attempt to save time turned out to be waiting at the other side of the station and then hit traffic. Not a brilliant start – but I decided (uncharacteristically) not to let it stress me out. The interview itself was over in little more than half an hour and although I didn’t choke or stutter or sweat, it seemed that the interviewers’ socks had stayed firmly in place. Oh well – it was nice to know I can actually get an interview and I was happy enough I didn’t crash and burn. On the same day I popped into a local temping agency, filled out a pile of forms and was assured by the most delightfully camp guy that I was fabulous darling and oh my god I don’t mean to be rude but are you really 34 I thought you were 22 and you don’t need me to tell you darling that your CV is amazing so we’ll definitely be able to find you something darling no worries at all.
I know how it goes with recruitment so when I hadn’t heard anything by Friday morning, I was 99.9999% certain I hadn’t got the job. I was a tiny bit miffed when the expected ‘thanks but no thanks’ email didn’t arrive, thinking that they should have really put people out of their misery before the weekend – but they’re obviously very busy before Christmas. Anyway, you can obviously see where this one is going. I came back from a little Christmas shopping trip with Oliver on Saturday afternoon to find a missed call and voicemail from one of the people who had interviewed me. She’d like to speak to me before Monday if possible, so could I ring her back. And when I did ring her back, she only bloody offered me the job!
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I am SO happy about this, I can’t tell you. I’d thought up lots of reasons in my head why I wasn’t that bothered about not getting it, but the sheer relief of knowing I will have an income again after Christmas, and I won’t have to resort to an office admin temping job, is incredible. More importantly, it’s actually a pretty cool job that fits in perfectly with everything else I am doing at the moment. I will be working at the Albany theatre in south east London to develop an exciting volunteering programme they started a year ago. It’s a freelance position for 3 days a week over a minimum of 12 weeks – so while it gives me a nice basic income every week, it also leaves me two whole days to continue the other freelance projects I’m involved with, plus anything else I want to take on. Perfect or what.
So, my Christmas is well and truly saved and I’m going to have a bloody great one. Tonight is Burning the Clocks, Brighton’s annual winter solstice lantern parade that always makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside; the days leading up to Christmas are filled with seeing friends and drinking in cosy pubs and laughing at silly things; I’ll be spending Christmas in London with Oliver’s family and have a great New Year’s Eve planned with some of my favourite people.
This will probably be my last post of 2014, although I will definitely continue this blog next year. I’d like to thank each and every one of you for reading, and for your lovely and encouraging comments over this last year. I hope you have a lovely Christmas wherever you are in the world.