Today last year, at around 6.30, my current boss rang me to offer me the job I started in September. It was fateful, because Mr Z had just suggested I open a bottle of prosecco so that he might have some wine with which to make risotto. "No, I don't want to jinx it," I replied, "although actually, I could just take a picture of it and put it on Facebook, and everybody would wet themselves." Within seconds, the phone rang and the prosecco became a necessity.
Just realised I shared this in a post last year; isn't it funny how some moments stick so vividly in the memory?
I jumped up and down whilst on the phone, to the point where Mr Z was doing the Ross-squeezy-hands gesture and mouthing CALM DOWN at me.
Well, it was a scary day because I had to quit the job of my adult life, but I can report that it is working out swimmingly, and I am having a great time. Today particularly, because I went to the pub with my colleagues and was plied with free tequila, because the live-in pub manager is observing in my history department at the moment with a view to becoming a history teacher. This is probably partly the reason for my feeling particularly pleased today, but only a small part.
I skipped February blogging, but in my defence, I was working every weekend. I managed to end up on the ski trip! Go me. More on that tomorrow, I expect.
Happy one year anniversary of taking the plunge to me.
No comments:
Post a Comment