I've just finished rewriting my CV and registering with some online recruitment companies.
So far today I have applied for 5 jobs, one of which I am hopelessly under-experienced for, but I couldn't resist.
Here it is.
Oddly, I do actually have the right qualifications and skills in the right sectors, so we shall see, eh? ;) Either way, I feel pretty good to have actually made the leap into the job market. Handing in official letter of notice on Friday which leave me 4 weeks salary....plus the 2 from my time on suspension....
So it's not all bad at all.
In other good news, I've been having some really good chats with my Dad recently. As some of you may know, I've not always had a particularly good relationship with my Papa, but since April, things have really taken on a new lease of life for which I am hugely grateful. He's even started to talk to me about his own relationship with his father, a man who had passed before I was born, and someone who my Dad didn't get on very well with himself. One particular thing he told me last night was about how my Grandfather told him that if he spent too long looking in the mirror, one day there would be two of him looking back, and very dreadful things would happen to him - what a thing to tell an impressionable child! It terrified him to the bone, and left him with a lasting fascination/fear of mirrors.
We had so many around when I was growing up, great big antique things, because my parents said they lent depth to a room. They genuinely do make small rooms seem much brighter and bigger...but there's certainly an air of something sinister lurking in the background sometimes.
Dad and I both seem to share the same feelings towards mirrors (my particular inability to look into one and see a true depiction of myself not-withstanding) so we have arranged to go and see the new film of the same name on 2nd November, me, Phil, Mum and Dad. Some small attempt at catharsis? Or just a jolly good scare? I don't know, but I am excited :)
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