I have been accepted by the music centre and will be signed onto the supply teaching books. Huzzah! I have no idea how many hours I will end up eventually getting but at least it is something. Something creative. I'll still be devoting time to more meaningful employment in terms of the career I ultimately want.
I also got offered the other job. I know I should just be grateful. I am grateful. But I rejected it. I really do not want to be working two part-time jobs when neither are necessarily beneficial to my main career plans, particularly when the library job was not very good pay and didn't have flexible hours. I even said in the interview when asked "where do you see yourself in five years?" that I wanted to be working full-time in a publishing house or media company. I was hardly going to be all "it's my dream to be a part-time assistant librarian in a private school" was I? Only they clearly saw something (well, let's not blame them there) and decided they wanted me. Imbeciles. Nah, they all seemed really lovely. And, as I've said elsewhere, it really wouldn't be hideous working there. There were some obvious pros to the job (at the very least a regular income and regular hours) but too many obvious cons. And I had already accepted to music job by the time I got this offer.
It is, however, going to motivate me to make sure I am actually doing stuff beneficial to my career. If I've turned down this job I really need to make it pay off. And so we come to the 40 days of creativity. I have been awful, but it was my brother's birthday and then my birthday but at least I'm not 24, unemployed and living with my mother. I'm just 24 and living with my mother.
I definitely haven't done something creative everyday for Lent but I have made more of an effort generally, but on Monday I had those two interviews, so I did very little apart from that. And then I was concerned with buying my brother's birthday presents. Then I had to go into town to sign on. But I did buy a diary and write an entry. I have this thing where I have loads of notebooks given as gifts or souvenirs but I never want to write in them because I'm afraid I'll just be wasting them. I know. Notebooks are supposed to be written in. So I bought a really cheap one to start another diary. I used to write and write and write as a teenager and I rediscovered these chronicles recently, and reread them with much mirth, and thought well, if I'm serious about really trying this writing thing I should actually get in the habit of writing. I obviously have this blog but I can take a diary anywhere and write any old crap without being afraid of what people think.
I've generally still been batting creative ideas around but I had to get ready for some guests who visited this weekend for my birthday. I did create a treasure hunt in the garden for them which culminated in them finding a sword and slaying my brother who was dressed up as a foul creature. I suppose that was quite creative.
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