Historic Journals: 28 April 2011

Yesterday’s main bit of drama was talking to B about the permanent contract - took me ages to work up to it. And when I did he clearly thought I was going to resign because Ive got another job - he seemed pleasantly surprised that I wanted to stay and kind of sprang into action. I still don’t know what’s going on but he had no problem with telling me NO when I asked last time, so I’m hoping it’s a yes.

I’m kind of resigned to the extra day for the rest of this year as long as I have some holiday and about 5 hours during the day to do whatever I like! And once the exams are over I won’t need to study so much, I’m not going to be busting my gut for a qualification I don’t even want. I’m used to the commute now as well. I’ll just have to fit as much music stuff around work as I can. All I’m selling myself into is a slack job where I have loads of free time, some good fiends, the chance to still use some of my skills and virtually no stress at all. And it’ll solve all our problems, both of s, for the time being.

Life is going to be OK.

[Edit: so this was me trying to get INTO the job I’m only now just getting out of! It served its purpose and plenty more besides but man, I’ve done my time. This was just one of those critical moments where I felt cornered and ultimately made the wrong choice. But possibly right at the time.]