Well my fabulous readers, it is that time again. Blogging time. This week i'm going to fill you in on my on goings, what with rudely ignoring my blog for so long. Oh I missed you too! I will also end with a quick advice reply to an email I received earlier this week.
Well life has been rushed and crazy lately. As some of you might know I lived in supported housing for 3 months due to my mother being ill, and I was quite happily going about my day to day life there. I loved the people I lived with, and I honestly didn't want to leave. A "dole dosser" for 5 months I was avidly searching for a job and being trapped in the unemployed pit for so long, well let's say it was dragging me down. I was also searching for a flat of my own but I had a reluctance to leave.
Then one day I got a call back from a job interview, and I made my way to the company. It was for an administration apprenticeship and I had no hope. I sat and blagged my way through it, in front of my two interviewers. The big bosses. I have always been very loquacious and found it easy chatting to them. Apparently I was the first call back of the day and they would call me at the end of the afternoon and let me know my fate. During the interview the boss asked me an odd question, "What turns you on?". I literally choked on my water when he asked and my head almost made me reply "...Domination?" but instead I squeaked out "Excuse me?" through the water that I was wiping casually off the table. Honestly! What a question to ask! Apparently he meant interests...is sex not an answer? I jest, but seriously. Who asks it like that?
Well at the end of the interview, the big boss sat and rubbed his chin and made an ominous "hmm" noise. He then stood up, shook my hand, and said "You've got the job. Start tomorrow!" and started to leave. You could have drove a lorry into the gaping hole that was my gobsmacked mouth. I couldn't believe it, and my first sentence as an employee probably wasn't the best "F*** me sideways with a crooked broomstick, are you joking?". It's a good job that he has a sense of humor... The other big boss looked horrified, "You haven't even interviewed the others yet!" She yelped, clearly not impressed with my language. "I don't care, I want her... Go get 'em girl" He happily exclaimed, winked at me and then left.
I mean seriously...When does that happen?! I literally moon walked out of the room and called everyone, anyone and screamed down the phone at them all.
The next day I woke up, after a deserved celebratory lie in, and stumbled into the lounge to complete my religious facebook checking (Which I swear used to rule my life), to find my support worker standing there smiling, holding a number and an address. I had been offered a viewing of a property.
So off I went to the property viewing and fell in love. It is in a quiet village, lot's of country walks, and little village shops. It reminded me of home, and the flat was huge. Lots of potential and just waiting for me to move in. I accepted it that day. Since then my life has been filled with, work in the day and then trying to furnish my flat at night. It was crazy but it has finally started to sort itself out. My flat now has furniture and is waiting for a lick of paint, which I have bullied my friend into helping me with this weekend. I have settled well into my job although I seem to have been given the grunt work. Lot's of database updating, and system checking, but hey! It's a good job I like IT isn't it?
Living in this quiet village I started to doubt the exsistance of anyone from the younger generation until I was having a few drinks with my friends and I heard laughter. I looked out of my window and saw two lads having a fag on the road opposite, well trying, they couldn't find a lighter. I then drunkenly decided to go down and help them out. That's when I made a good friend in "Rhino". We also met his mate "Cheese" and he creeped my best friend out so much she ran off back into my flat, but not too bad for a drunken night.
I am happily settled now, still lots to do but I have adapted well to my surroundings and it's nice just stepping out of my door and going for a walk in the country just like I used to at home. I'm such a country girl at heart. Put me on a farm and i'll show you how to do it, put me on a mountain and i'll abseil like a pro, but put me in a city? Well, you better give me an endless credit card because I'm a shopper. Confessions of a shopaholic was written about me I swear, although I have not made the venture into plastic fantastic cash, because I would rather stay out of debt. Although staring into the shop windows of designer clothing...Well let's just say i'm majorly tempted.
Well I hope this has proven how busy I have been lately and I hope you forgive me! I will try and blog twice as much for a little while just to make up for it!
Don't forget to email me your problems and blog ideas! I love reading through them all! jacqui.brough94@googlemail.com
Happy readings!
Chann
Oh and in reply to "Sharia" (Her cover name), your problem is easily fixed. She emailed me with the problem of that she really likes a lad, but neither of them are ready for a relationship. Oh and they also both want to "hook up" as it were. Sooo what to do? Well I bet everyone is screaming at their computer now. Calm down guys she thinks this is a problem! No seriously. Well Sharia...Wait did someone just shout YOLO? ...Get off my blog. What are we all shouting at you Sharia? (Well the sane ones?) Just do it! Neither of you want a relationship, but both want some fun? Why not? What's the worst that could happen? Well you could both find out you actually want to be together, or you might find out you both don't work, which could save you a lot of time later. Just make some rules about what you are, and see how it goes! You are young girl, and life is too short to miss out. Live it!
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