I thought the job interview went ok on Friday, but I was honestly expecting the ‘Sorry but you didn’t get the job’ phone call on Monday. What I wasn’t expecting was the ‘You got the job’ phone call first thing Saturday morning. I popped in yesterday to confirm accepting the job, and sort when I’m starting and everything. And then I popped to the Jobcentre to tell them. I still kind of half expect to wake up and find this is a dream or something. It was my first interview after all. In over a year of job hunting. But it seems this is indeed real. And as of Friday next week, I shall be working for money. Instead of claiming Jobseeker’s. And that is such a nice feeling. I really can’t wait to get everything sorted with the Jobcentre next week. I can’t wait to get settled in to the new job. I can’t wait to get on with this next stage of my life. I can only hope that this means things are finally going to get better. At the very least people will stop looking down on me for wanting to be a mother now I’m in ‘honest’ employment. Though I’m still mystified as to how people cannot see motherhood as some kind of job. And yes, I am aware that I’m not working as a mother when The Child’s at school. Hence the wanting to get a job. But still. Some people do confuse me.
I’m still a bit disappointed I never met a Pauline though.
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