It’s October already, which means that I’ve been at my job for five weeks now (which is actually quite a scary thought) and yet I still haven’t finished all of the training yet. I have more training next week, the week after and the week after that (plus a few extras in November but they’re not as important). I also have a meeting scheduled with our department head that’s been moved about half a dozen times due to training and him being away for a week but hopefully that’ll go well as others who have had theirs said it was fine and they had a chat about what they hope to achieve in the year.
Between my last post and this one, I’ve actually graduated (woo!) and had all the fanfare that went along with it. It was a pretty hectic day, with robe hire and photos and more photos and then the actual ceremony and worrying that my family wouldn’t find seats (but they did so it’s all cool). I also thought I’d fall over but I didn’t so that was all fine. It feels very weird to be a graduate after being a student for so long, not just university but being a student in general. I’ve been in school since I was three (I suppose the nursery my first school had doesn’t count but I’m counting it anyway) and at the ripe age of twenty two I have finally left education (only to go into a job that sort of links with the education sector). My friends said that adjusting to working life after university was something that took them some time too, but since for the past three years I’d been living at home I was at uni from 9-4/5 on most days (except when I had days off) so it’s not the hours that are killing me. I don’t live very far from work, five minutes in the car or twenty if I walk and sometimes we get back late so it’ll be six o’clock and then it feels like the day is gone, just like that. I hope that as the days go on I’ll get used to it and make better use of my time and actually do something that’ll help me improve myself or my future.
My job isn’t in my home city. It’s not even remotely close, or close to anyone that I know who’s moved away from home either. I’m in ‘new’ territory, so to speak as nobody really knows where I am until I mention what the town is famous for (then they get excited). We (myself and three of my work colleagues) all live in a house together and we cut that very fine, we almost didn’t have anywhere to stay but managed to get a nice house at the last minute. My room is a good size and the people are nice, I was just apprehensive about moving to a new place with new people. Don’t get me wrong, I love travelling and seeing new places and doing new things, but I’m more or less all alone here. I came only knowing those three (plus the others who I added on facebook but never met) but I can safely say that I’ve adjusted pretty well. I never moved far away for university, so living by myself is sort of new to me (and my parents too. My mum is the one that people worry about when I tell them that I’ve moved a hundred miles away from home) but they also have to cope with the fact that my sister has also just moved out for university (but she’s a lot closer to home, which is reassuring for my mum) so within the space of two weeks, they lost their two kids to new places. I went to visit home three weeks ago though and everything seemed to be fine (my room doesn’t have a bed but that’s cool) and I think my parents are slowly adjusting to life without kids. I do have to update them every week with some kind of text saying that I’m not starving and yes, I have done my washing so I have clean clothes to wear at work.
We also didn’t have internet for nearly a month so I spent a lot of time watching tv (Suits, anyone?) and movies and talking to my housemates (we even did a year 3/4 quiz one night and the results were shocking) so I got to know them pretty well in a short space of time. Even though we work together we haven’t had any major problems (and everyone’s really nice at work too) and we’re on separate teams so we only see each other at lunch and when we have tea breaks/getting ready to go home. It’s kinda nice, and we’ve been named the ‘big house’ because four out of the nine interns live at our house (we had a cocktail party here too, which was also fun) and when things happen they try to get all four of us to go because it’ll instantly add numbers. (Fun fact, we have four cars between the nine of us and three are at our house, which we also find funny).
This was longer than I planned…but it’s good to get it all down so I can see where I am now and when I look back I can see how far I’ve come (or not).