So I haven't posted for a while, for the main reason that I haven't had time. Why, you ask? Well I've finally got a job!! That's right folks - all the patience and hard-work has paid off, and I finally have my foot on the ladder in the travel industry!
In August, I applied very last minute for a job at a gap year travel and volunteering company. I'd been 'umming and ahhing' about it for a while, then an hour before the application closed, I went head, figuring I had nothing to lose. As it turns out, it was the best decision I have ever made. I was offered an interview, and headed down to Tunbridge Wells (via Reading, which required a 2.30am start - ouch!)
After a full day of tests, group tasks, quizzes and a horrendous X-Factor style 'eviction' halfway through the day, then a one-on-one interview, I was on the train back to London when I got the best phone call ever. I got the job!! (I may have cried a bit on the train - how embarrassing?!). Fast-forward a month, and I have now emigrated from the north - I am now a 'southerner.' Does this mean that I'll start pronouncing my 't's and 'h's and assuming that everything above the Watford Gap is the North?
I'm now living in Brighton (the office has moved from Tunbridge Wells to Brighton - hence the need for new staff), and have a little flat with a view of the sea from my office. Yesterday I went to the Pier for lunch, and I regularly have breakfast on the beach. A month ago, I was working part-time in a crummy little cafe in the middle of nowhere. Now I'm an hour's train-ride from London, closer to France than I am to my family and friends, and slap-bang in the middle of 'London-by-the-sea.' Despite my mum's worries, it is by far the best decision I have ever made (besides quitting my shitty job at the cafe in the hospital of course).
I now have a proper 'grown-up job' with an actual lunch hour (no more 10 hours shifts without a break!), a salary (no more minimum wage!!), and best of all, it's a job I love in the field I want to work in. And that's the best feeling in the world. Now I'm only three weeks into it, so the novelty may wear off (although I doubt it), and I haven't actually been paid yet (that's going to be the best feeling in the world) but I feel I'm actually going somewhere now. Everyone I work with is lovely, and I look forward to going to work everyday instead of dreading it. That's progress right?! If I can do it, anyone can, so don't give up folks. Karma does pay back sometimes, I'm living proof :)
