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I got offered a job. A good job. A part-time, temporary job, admittedly, but a good part-time, temporary job. They'll be re-interviewing for it when it goes full-time and permanent in six months, but as long as I don't fuck it all up in the meanwhile (and that's always a real possibility), I should have a decent chance of getting that.
But yes. Happy. A job that I really want to do. A job that's scaring the living shit out of me, because it's a job (I don't want to think about how long I've been unemployed), because - again - it's something that I really want to do and because I've never had anything like the amount of responsibility that it brings with it.
So happy and excited, and shitting pants. Start at the beginning of January, but going in a few times before then to get to grips with it all.
Happiest thing? Big "what the fuck are you doing?" interview at the Jobcentre on the 20th of this month. Excellent timing. Can't wait to give that place the big (if equally temporary) fuck off. |
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