And so the job-hunting begins. Wow. I feel so out of practice.
It has been a long while since I've done the whole starring at the laptop screen blankly, lost, trying to make sense of the masses of information in front of me. It's that one chance you get to make a good first impression and it's terrifying to know that it's incredibly likely you'll blow it. It's all so competitive and repetitive. But if you don't go for it, you don't know and sometimes luck can look your way. I've only applied for 2 things so far, and one got back to me to say I didn't have the right experience, which I guess I was expecting. They did mention that I had strong experience in other areas and they'd keep my CV on file, which is positive. I mean, was I really expecting to have interviews flooding in right away? No, you need to fire off many applications first - possibly 1 response to 10 you send, and that's usually a no. It only takes one to say yes though and then it's all change. Just got to play the waiting game.
So, we now have the keys for the new place. I felt poorly on Friday but went and met Chris at the flat with the landlady and her friend, who was a witness. It was nice to be there and we're already looking forward to making the place our own. We've organised the day we're going to properly do the move - it is scary but also very exciting. I've Friday off so I may venture there early and drop a few things off first, just get a feel for the place and the area. It's been an exciting but nerve-wracking situation, somehow I've managed to get myself worked up by it all even though it's positive change. Things should come together nicely, but it's the uncertainty as well.
I had a good chat with my dad over the weekend, who said 'we need to get you to a place where you're no longer worked up like this,' which is very true, it's not normal to function like this. It's difficult to know how to achieve this though. It's going to take a lot of strength to get myself into that mind-set, but I know I can do it if I really try. I'm lucky to have the support I do from my family and friends, it's good to have dad there to pull me back round when I get a bit bogged down and worked up about things.
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The sun is out again, I wonder if it'll turn to storms again like it has the past couple of days. I sort of want it to, it's nice to be indoors as the rain hammers down outside. I like to watch the umbrellas suddenly appear on the pavements, the huddles of smartly dressed people under sheltered spots on mobile phones, probably informing friends their running late due to the unexpected downpours.
I've an early finish this week, I've a long weekend in store which I plan to spend packing up belongings, generally trying to spend as little money as possible as another dose of rent will soon come out of my account. It's only another month of this and then hopefully it'll all start to balance out again.
Last night I had such a headache, I waited for Chris to come home and stayed up while he ate dinner but then went to sleep. Recently, he keeps bringing up the idea of moving to Australia for work and asks if I'd come with him. I grinned and agreed, I mean, of course I would - there's nothing here to keep me, apart from family of course which would be very difficult to be apart from. It is a long way away. He'd be fine, but what would I do? As he spoke about it again, and that he was actually going to email the store currently based there that he's putting himself forward, I realise that there is a possibility that it could become real. He noticed that I was thinking and a bit worried, 'Don't worry pheebs, i'd never leave you,' he said tenderly. It suddenly made things okay again. I said he should go for it, see where it takes him. Another bridge to cross if we come to it.
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