It looks like last week’s whining paid off because I have got a job. Temporary, as a legal secretary, in Brussels, but still: a job. Starting Monday. That’s suddenly very soon, but that’s OK, I am ready for it. This is such a load off my shoulders, and I am SO relieved.
Now I can finally join in with the whining about traffic, the long daily commute, train strikes, working late, impossible deadlines and other such working-life nonsense. Oh, and instead of decorating a tree this year I can decorate my very own cubicle, how neat is that!
Other than that, I had a sudden surge of Christmas spirit this week, and wound up listening to dear old Sufjan singing carols with that angelic voice of his. Which, if memory serves me right, was one of the first posts I made when I started this blog. Which means that another year has passed, and it’s almost time again for Christmas parties, presents, end-of-year-thoughts, best-of-lists and New Year’s resolutions. Oh, and it may also be time to reassess the proportion grey hair/regular hair on my head – I’m afraid I’ll see a dramatic increase of the former. Last week, my sister went through it for five minutes or so and ended up with a handful of silver locks!
Great news, hope it’s an interesting environment with good colleagues. Otherwise, just grit your teeth until the first “cheque” arrives.