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day one.

August 16, 2010

I will keep this entry brief as I’m exhausted, but I had my first day at my new job at Cirencester College, and it was epic but a success!  I did not enjoy the 5:45 wakeup, especially considering I had trouble getting to sleep the night before as my body clock is programmed not to sleep before midnight and I was half-consciously hyper about the job.  In the afternoon I could feel my fatigue kicking in briefly, but 20 minutes later I recovered and got a second wind, plus Rachel (the new girl who also started today in my faculty) felt the same so it might have just been a result of the information overload.

My main worry was the transport, as this week Mike is on holiday in Cornwall (he starts next Monday, and he will give me a lift on the way) and so I’m getting the bus to the train station, then the train to Kemble railway station and a taxi from there.  If the bus in the morning was late, I would risk missing my train; if the bus went too slowly, I would miss my train; if the train was delayed (although this would have had to be by a considerable amount), I would miss my connection to Kemble.  But this morning bodes well as everything ran smoothly, and I was lucky enough to be able to jump straight into a taxi (despite my connecting train being held up 5 minutes) and get to Cirencester College before 8:30 (I didn’t have to be there before 9am today, but my official start time will be 8:30 so it was a nice trial run). The taxi driver was kind and friendly, which was another good omen for the day. Transport-wise, as soon as my new colleagues heard that I was relying on public transport this week, they organised between them to collect me from and run me to the local station every morning and afternoon more or less, so that will save on taxi fare (which is a financial burden lifted!). I was really touched how welcomed everyone made me feel, and how well I got on with Rachel and all my other new colleagues, both those I had met previously and those who were new faces.

As for what we covered, I was a little overwhelmed by the information (although in comparison to last year, apparently they’ve made it a much less intense start!) but most of it seems to make sense and I have more or less sorted out everything that I need; Thursday and Friday are enrolment days following the publication of A-Level results, so that will be the first day I get to meet students, which is both exciting and daunting, but after today I feel more confident about it.  I am finally a grown up, even though it still hasn’t sunk in that I am actually employed there, I have a real, full-time, professional job and I am not just pretending or on placement! My confidence will hopefully grow.  A sign of things to come is that I have just made my own sandwiches for lunch, whereas as a child (and even as a young adult!) my mother always made my sandwiches. It’s time to take control!  I’m feeling tired but feeling good and positive and I hope that this week goes well 🙂

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in the dark.

August 26, 2009

So it’s 9:25pm and about 10 minutes ago, I just woke up.  I must have fallen asleep after going for a quick lie down on my bed, imagining drifting away in the arms of Edilson Nascimento and cuddling my teddy bear.  I was pretty tired after a day at work where I actually had Things To Do (though that was because I was helping out one of my colleagues who got yelled at by a senior person).  So I got home, had a pizza for my dinner, watched Come Dine With Me (the people on that show deserve a good slap, they are so narcissistic and possibly insane!) and The Simpsons, and then went to my bed for a lie down.

That is exactly what I did.  15 minutes ago, I woke up, my feet a little cold (I was lying on top of the bed, rather than in it), in pitch black darkness.  My immediate thought was “What time is it?”  I was convinced that it must be tomorrow morning, and that the sounds of the television downstairs were my mother watching a programme as she put her make-up on (her morning ritual).  It was dark, so I guess it would have been 5:30-6am (my mother gets up at 5am on a morning when she has work).  But my instinct just said that it was the morning.  I was then a muddle of thoughts which included:

  • Why can’t I remember what I was dreaming about? (Have my vivid escapade-dreams come to an end? I know I dreamed something but can’t remember what)
  • Do I have to get up yet? (I think this every morning also.  And if it’s past 9:30, I feel guilty that I haven’t gotten out of bed)
  • I haven’t written on my blog! (ah, the dedication)
  • Did my nan call? I need to speak to her! (She is off to Italy tomorrow, my uncle is picking her up at 1:30 pm.  I speak to her every night between 9:30 and 10pm because that is what we have always done, and if she called then my parents don’t usually pick up the phone, because I am the house receptionist.  If I was asleep, I could not be the receptionist, so I might not have been able to speak to her before she left for Italy… though I would likely have lunch before 1:30 tomorrow.  But it still made me anxious).

I turned on the light and the clock said 9:15pm.  I was like “What? It’s still today?!?”  Disappointed that I had to go to sleep all over again (if I ever GET to sleep.  Early nights do not agree with me, and nor does fucking with my sleep pattern), I was nevertheless relieved because I could have a shower without having to rush tomorrow morning, and I was able to speak to my nan at our usual time without disturbing her or missing her call.  So all is fine, and now I am still in the dilemma of trying to avoid a snack before I go to sleep (something I would have nicely sidestepped if I had fallen asleep until tomorrow morning!).

Curiously, I still feel quite groggy, even after having a shower (which should have refreshed me / rewoke me somewhat), so I’m just lying on my bed (sans Edilson) watching the Angry Video Game Nerd on youtube, and contemplating whether I can be bothered to get Beauty and the Beast from downstairs, and if I do this, whether I will avoid eating a Mars Delight which is actually calling to me from the cupboard downstairs.  Its voice is loud and insistent.  Help me resist!  God knows what time I will finally get to sleep for real, I probably will end up eating something :S Urgh, frustration!  A note for the future: don’t fuck with my sleep, or I will not be happy.  Hmph.