Interviews and expectations

Last week I went for an interview for a new job as an After Hours Consultant.  I’m quite excited about this position as it means I will work less hours a week and I will not have to deal with the endless re-quotes and changes that I am currently sitting with.  It will be a high pressure job as we will be mostly dealing with urgent requests and fixing mistakes made by the day-time staff, but I am used to high pressure work with the demanding clients I have been working with.  Even though it is shift work, which can get a bit tough, it is not unreasonable hours and I will have my days free, which means more time to study and do the things I never seem to get around to doing.  The only other concern I have is that it is based in Midrand, which means I will be driving further, but I will be driving against traffic, so it should not be that bad.

My first interview went really well; I liked the 2 ladies who interviewed me (one of which is the after-hours call-center Team Leader) and it was a very long, but relaxed interview.  I also had to do assessment tests which was no hassle for me at all.  At the end of the morning, I left with a “we will let you know next week if you made the short list”.  Imagine my surprise and ecstasy when about 2 hours after the interview I received a call telling me they really like me and I must please come in on the 19th for a final interview.  I was also told that I did exceptionally well on my assessment test, which is great as I finished in about half the allotted time.

So now I can barely contain my excitement and am holding thumbs that all will go well and that by next week I will know whether I have an exciting new job.

I’m a material girl

Hi, I’m Joan and I am a material girl.  What can I say, I love things and I love having things and I want lots and lots of beautiful things.  I can’t help it, it’s just who I am.  

Moving has definitely brought out the worst in me.  I am in a new place, living alone for the first time in 2 years, the new place has been freshly painted and now I want fresh, sparkly new things to fill it with.   I want to do my lounge in black and red, and have gone to buy my brand new black Manhattan sleeper couch to start off the new lounge.  I’m so excited! I cant wait for it to be delivered!  Then I want to big, wing back chairs, a black fluffy area rug and red scatter pillows for my chairs, with red vases and a beautiful corner lamp!  And I have seen some of the things I want, but at the moment I just cannot afford them all.  

As it is, I have been purchasing some things on my credit card budget facility, just so I won’t actually see the money I spend on my credit card!  It’s like what I don’t see, does not exist, but at some stage I will have to face reality (and that super shocking credit card bill).  

For now I am just dreaming of all these beautiful things and trying to make my December bonus (which is never a given in this company) go 3 times around the world.

Happiness is a choice, right?

Last night I took the majority of the packed boxes that I had with me to my new place, knowing that the landlord’s sister who previously lived there told me I mustn’t worry “it’s a bit dusty but it will be cleaned on Friday”.  I nearly died when I saw how dirty the place was.  Dust my ass! So I am holding thumbs that it does get cleaned properly, even though I know that I will clean it again, before unpacking anything.

On top of that when I first went to look at the place the landlord told me she will paint the whole place out, then last week she said that everything still looks fine and she’s only going to paint the bathroom.  When I saw the place yesterday, completely empty, I could clearly see the walls are in serious need of a new paint job, with patches where the paint has completely peeled off the wall!  I have already e-mailed her to tell her it NEEDS to be painted completely, and am waiting for her to reply.

I went on a complete downer last night at the state of the place;  Things I never noticed when I went to look at it and when it was filled with someone else’s furniture.  It doesn’t help much that I’m an instant gratification kind of girl with basically no patience whatsoever.

But they say happiness is a choice, right?  So I have to look at the positives:

• It’s a very spacious place with a lot of potential.
• I have a decent sized garden and have free range in fixing it up because there is nothing there at the moment, it is a blank canvass.
• Some of the flaws will be easily disguised with some creativity and a little bit of money.
• I will once again have all my own possessions around me.  My own space and style.
• And best of all, I do not have to share it with anyone.  It will just be me and my squishies, the way I like it

I am choosing happiness and will ninja-kick disappointment and despair in the butt before it knows what hit it.