It's Friday evening and I'm sitting here in a bad mood with a glass of wine. I actually got to leave work early for once, (they still owe me over thirty hours back so I think I can leave an hour early.) Anyway, it took me almost two hours to crawl 18 miles through incessant roadworks, all of my plans arranged around being home early have been shot to pieces and so I'm frustrated and annoyed.
Did I tell you I was going to apply for a new job? Since the ad went out last week, I've been pretty laid back about it, what will be will be, if I'm supposed to get it I'll get it etc. Time is running out on me getting my application in and this morning, I woke with the thought... I need this job, this is supposed to be, this could literally change my life. I'm not talking mega changes you understand, just small ones like, if you need a doctor's appointment, you don't have to wait six weeks to get one so that it fits in with work. I won't need to get up at 4.26am, five days a week. I won't have to drive through snow risking life and limb if I don't have to. On days I work at home, I would be able to visit Everly for an hour on my lunch on the day's that Jan has her. I won't be too exhausted to do anything, on my evenings or on my day's off. I can do a proper workout because there will be spare hours in the day. There is a lot banking on this new job. Which isn't great is it?
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