Saturday afternoon and home is bloody busy. The sister's boyfriend's parents are coming to dinner this evening, and as well as sorting that out, hoovering, clearing away the bloodstains etc etc, my parents are planning on doing a car boot sale tomorrow morning. I'm vaguely attempting not to get nervous for Monday's interview in London whilst at the same time trying to do a sample budget for living in London on £17,000 a year. This has lead to me trying not to cry at the amount of money I will be freely, without rancour or option, giving to the government to help run this fine country of ours forthwith - if I get the job. I've never had a job that paid better than £5 an hour, and the sudden leap to 22% income tax and 11% national insurance has come as a bit of a surprise!
Wisdom:
Alice has had her wisdom teeth out, and is, as far as I know today, all right. She was gleefully tucking into ice cream and soup just hours after the operation, so nothing to worry about too much, other than that her gums are a touch swollen and she was really tired when I spoke to her on the phone last night.
Thoughts on Life:
I've returned home after five-ish days away, spending some time with Alice before her operation, and then for a night out in Southampton with Dave which was great fun. This style of life, typically that of an interim period, was common enough between university terms and years, but is now quite probably the last time I'll be free to do as I wish for the foreseeable future. I'm not sure how I'm going to take to working in a job and knowing that the job is wholely and purely what I am doing with my life at any one time. It won't be to bridge the gap between two terms or years in education, nor to fund travel or adventures. It will be to make a living.
The nature of my life at university was that of being involved with and doing several things at once - student radio, RAG, my degree, writing, my social life, any girlfriends that happened to be around at the time, running an election campaign, DJing in the students' union... I know that to a certain extent I'm not going to stop living and the lifetyle I have is down to me, but only so much is possible! I'll be working full-time (IF I get the job, blimey I'm going off on one here) and there's only so much you can do with weekends and hey, days off are there for a reason.
I've had it so good/easy for so long, I know this, but I'm sure it's not out of order to wonder how I'll cope with the change to full-time work.
Have fun, and don't forget to.
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