Those of you who read my previous post will know that, 4 months, 28 application forms and 5 interviews later, I have a job. You may, however, be interested to know which one. The job I've ended up with is the one I wasn't so keen on. I made a very good impression at the other interview but unfortunately, due to outstanding competition, they couldn't offer me a permanent contract. They didn't want to lose me though and offered me relief work, so it wasn't an outright rejection.
The job I have secured is as a support worker. I will be working with adults with learning disabilities in a supported living complex, working all hours of the day and night. As far as I can work out, it's full time, but I will know the details when they write to me next week. I won't start until they have received a satisfactory CRB disclosure, which I'm hoping will give me a chance to pay my family a visit before beginning.
So although it wasn't my first choice, at least I have the assurance of a regular income, one that exceeds my rent and daily expenses, with enough left over for me to save for a house. And I know I will only have this job for a maximum of two years because, due to the hours, it's not the sort of thing I want to continue when I am married. I want a day job so that I can come home to my husband at the end of the day.
On a different subject, I read a brilliant novel this week called The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, recommended to me by my prospective sister-in-law, Bethany. Instead of writing a review myself I am going to direct you to Bethany's blog where you can read an excellent review here. I think it's probably the best book I've read this year!