The Changing Tide

Today is my last day of work at YSJ, and it's taken me all this time to really get to grips with the idea of leaving. Now, finally, to my relief I'm beginning to feel a sense of liberation... I think sometimes being tied to a place by a job or by people gets very comfortable but can go stagnant, and while it's nice to feel settled, it's not great to never want to change. Now I've never hidden that fact that the job I've been doing was a bit of a tumble weed affair, but I have worked hard when the work was there which is rewarding, and I feel so sad to be leaving such a hilarious and caring team of colleagues behind. They've made it worth it.

But, onwards and upwards, or in my case southwards. Honestly, for someone generally more comfortable with Notherners than Southerners, I really couldn't be going any further south! Someone I was speaking to earlier thought I was going to South Africa! which would be fantastic, but a whole other level of daunting!

Right then, on with the last day tidying up chores. I'm going to use the shreader. Good times!

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An Interlude...

...in which I am drinking one of these veritable sachet's of loveliness... hot water added of course... and for todays option...mint. However, these thing's never look at good at in the adverts.

And I made an exciting descovery (which everyone apart from me probably knew already). I will remember it if I ever live anywhere outside the UK.

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The Big Wheel Keeps on Turning

Fear ye not, I'm back for my last week at work after my holiday in the Lake District (pics to follow) and so naturally am managing to squeeze some blog time into my busy busy schedule!

I feel that I'm at a very strange, disaorganised and purposeless crossroads, and I feel like my future is completely out of my hands. I'm pulled in two different directions. York no longer holds much here for me apart from my three remaining (wonderful) friends, but I'm absolutely gutted to leave. I'm also wanting to have got to Southampton already and am very impatient to know all there is to know about the place. All infomation online is aimed at tourists or ocean liner/ship enthusiasts, which is lovely, but when you click on any link on the main tourist website it takes you back to the homepage, regardless of what you're looking for!

I've had two job interviews now, both of which were unsuccessful. I think that even though I'm applying for jobs that I could do, travelling from York to Southampton for an interview was a bad idea... I've been completely exhausted by the time I arrive at the interview, and then my usual ability to come up with good question answers and remebering my prepared points to include just seems to have diminished. Plus I have a suspicion that my "not quite feeling 100% sure I want a job " was showing through. It's like God doesn't want me to have a job at the moment... and whether you believe in fate or God or "all things happening for a reason" it doesn't really help my feeling of directionlessness. I was the same last year... so I keep reminding myself that things can change very quickly. At least I know I won't be alone when I finally reach the next phase of my life. Poor K! I am a bag of silly nerves and it will all be a lot less scary than I've been imagining!

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The Great Escape

Pssst... Word on the street is, Alice makes her escape tomorrow morning from the house that common decency forgot... And you can all rest easy that you won't have to read about the dreadful dastardly deathtrap of doom ever again...

I wrote the Landlady a letter... don't know how she is going to react to it but it was a well written and honest letter using my best professional writing skills. There were no threats or accusations. Just a simple indication that I know that what she has done is wrong, that I have the backing of YSJ Accomodation Office. So the ball is now in her court... and I doubt much will happen...

I'll just be glad to get away from there. The rest of August is going to be fun. I'm at Parents HQ for a week, then back in York staying with one friend, then in the Lake District, and then my final week in York. Just keep swimming. *sigh*

Ooh and I had a blood test on wednesday, after which I fainted, which didn't surprise me one bit because I'm hopelessly squeamish about anything to do with my own body. Got the results today and they were inconclusive, which is good, if a little frustrating. I must get more sleep... thats my solution number 1.

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