I am so happy right now. It's Saturday, and I'm sitting in my safe place - the spare room; A blissfully Sky Sports free zone. Just me, a Leslie Knope Pop Vinyl (for inspiration and stuff) and the dog...who is currently chewing loudly on his toenails while I try not to vomit at the sound.
This is the first Saturday in a while where I have literally naff all planned (my favourite kind of Saturday!). 2017 is the year that all of my friends from school and university are evolving into "marrieds" and leveling up into parents and "proper adults". Even I'm not immune. I've come down with a terminal case of Mortgage.
Facebook has become a baffling mind game where I have to guess who these smiling people whose surnames I don't recognise anymore are, despite having known them for at least a decade. It's like being flung into an alternate reality with only minor differences where a Westlake is now a Davies and a Dew is a Purdon. My poor, easily befuddled brain.
Anyway, point I was getting at is that I've been busy attending parties, hen dos and ceremonies. My liver is pickled and my head is packed with fun memories, but I'm ready to go into hibernation for a bit now until the next round of I do's and bouquet flinging at the end of this month. Bring me water and a blanket!
In other news, I got a new jobbo this week! I work with a company I really like, and luckily, the job is with the same organisation. I had a crack at applying for this new "as-if-I'll-manage-to-get-it-but-I'd-be-stupid-not-to-try" role, and to my surprise, I only went and bloody got it! It involves creating content, meeting lots of people and occasionally nipping about Wales to share said content with aforementioned lovely people. I can't wrap my brain around the fact that I'll be getting to do that stuff for actual, real, not-imaginary money dollars. Just...what?!!
I'm already bracing myself for the day I leave my current office ugly-crying because I'll miss working with the people I see every day right now, but I'm sure it'll be worth the hour long commute and the inevitable sobbing (I've cried leaving every full time job I've departed since uni. You could say that I get slightly attached). I've never had a full time creative job before, and I'm simultaneously completely over the moon and soiling myself. There's no change of pants on the moon, so the plan is to get stuck in and just enjoy myself when I start. I can't wait!
I suspect you'll want me to impart my wisdom re: how I secured said jobbo via the interview I attended. Truth is,I have no bloody idea! The people who interviewed me were so nice that I assume they'd have been equally lovely regardless of how well/iffily I did. Here is what I remember from it, so take from it what you will:
Becky's "tips" for "nailing" an interview:
1. Show up 40 mins early and spend 20 of them trying to pry your white-knuckled fingers from the steering wheel and enter the building.
2. Sit in waiting room for further 20mins, smiling like a puppy who wants to be adopted at anyone that passes through.
3. Forget that when you go to shake potential boss' hand that you actually have to grip back and weakly (and slightly creepily) touch palms with her instead.
4. When offered a cup of water, cling to it for grim death.
5. Talk really fast while your free hand conducts an imaginary orchestra next to you.
6. Sweat profusely.
7. "Jokingly" inform prospective manager how nervous you are, as though doing so will dissipate said nerves. Be incorrect about this.
8. When leaving the room, take plastic cup of water with you because water cup is life. Water cup is safety.
9. Sit back in the car and wait for the adrenaline of having survived a (relatively short, friendly and informal) interview to pass. When this doesn't happen, drive home.
10. Fall into a coma at 8.30pm while the sun is still up.
"WWLD - What would Leslie do?"
This is the first Saturday in a while where I have literally naff all planned (my favourite kind of Saturday!). 2017 is the year that all of my friends from school and university are evolving into "marrieds" and leveling up into parents and "proper adults". Even I'm not immune. I've come down with a terminal case of Mortgage.
Facebook has become a baffling mind game where I have to guess who these smiling people whose surnames I don't recognise anymore are, despite having known them for at least a decade. It's like being flung into an alternate reality with only minor differences where a Westlake is now a Davies and a Dew is a Purdon. My poor, easily befuddled brain.
Anyway, point I was getting at is that I've been busy attending parties, hen dos and ceremonies. My liver is pickled and my head is packed with fun memories, but I'm ready to go into hibernation for a bit now until the next round of I do's and bouquet flinging at the end of this month. Bring me water and a blanket!
In other news, I got a new jobbo this week! I work with a company I really like, and luckily, the job is with the same organisation. I had a crack at applying for this new "as-if-I'll-manage-to-get-it-but-I'd-be-stupid-not-to-try" role, and to my surprise, I only went and bloody got it! It involves creating content, meeting lots of people and occasionally nipping about Wales to share said content with aforementioned lovely people. I can't wrap my brain around the fact that I'll be getting to do that stuff for actual, real, not-imaginary money dollars. Just...what?!!
I'm already bracing myself for the day I leave my current office ugly-crying because I'll miss working with the people I see every day right now, but I'm sure it'll be worth the hour long commute and the inevitable sobbing (I've cried leaving every full time job I've departed since uni. You could say that I get slightly attached). I've never had a full time creative job before, and I'm simultaneously completely over the moon and soiling myself. There's no change of pants on the moon, so the plan is to get stuck in and just enjoy myself when I start. I can't wait!
I suspect you'll want me to impart my wisdom re: how I secured said jobbo via the interview I attended. Truth is,I have no bloody idea! The people who interviewed me were so nice that I assume they'd have been equally lovely regardless of how well/iffily I did. Here is what I remember from it, so take from it what you will:
Becky's "tips" for "nailing" an interview:
1. Show up 40 mins early and spend 20 of them trying to pry your white-knuckled fingers from the steering wheel and enter the building.
2. Sit in waiting room for further 20mins, smiling like a puppy who wants to be adopted at anyone that passes through.
3. Forget that when you go to shake potential boss' hand that you actually have to grip back and weakly (and slightly creepily) touch palms with her instead.
4. When offered a cup of water, cling to it for grim death.
5. Talk really fast while your free hand conducts an imaginary orchestra next to you.
6. Sweat profusely.
7. "Jokingly" inform prospective manager how nervous you are, as though doing so will dissipate said nerves. Be incorrect about this.
8. When leaving the room, take plastic cup of water with you because water cup is life. Water cup is safety.
9. Sit back in the car and wait for the adrenaline of having survived a (relatively short, friendly and informal) interview to pass. When this doesn't happen, drive home.
10. Fall into a coma at 8.30pm while the sun is still up.
Hurrah! Promotions for all! If you're lucky, your mum might troll you with the gift of a "celebratory" T-Shirt.
...thanks, ma...you sarky mare.
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