(In my defence the previous 5 days of drinking had caught up with me and I was very, very ill.)
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| Obviously, I did leave the vehicle. But really, first impressions, would you? |
I've been there a couple of times since and I do go inside - I even use the bathrooms! - but it got me thinking about me 'then' vs 'now.'
I still carry hand sanitiser around in my hand bag, I still think Evian water spray is essential for dealing with the dry desert air, there are still pubs that I really prefer not to enter and some that I just won't and I still think one should always attempt to dress appropriately for the situation. My social politics haven't changed, in fact they've firmed and I still wake in the morning craving Chinese BBQ. I'm actually more 'me' than I ever was and that is just fine.
So today marks 2 weeks until I'm out of a job. The not-for-profit tourist facility that I work at (Reception / Accounts Assistant - terribly exciting job) is closing its doors to the public today. An external board was instituted in the last big round of funding it received and they, in all their wisdom, have decided that it was all too hard and have closed the doors for an expected 3 months. (I've given myself a strategic day off today. Frankly I can't bear the constant talk and rending of garments the closure has induced.)
Obviously, I'm not impressed. Less than a fortnight before Christmas isn't really an ideal time to be job hunting and based on my previous lack of success I don't have a lot of hope. It's true to form though, I decide I'm going to stay for a bit longer, I meet a lovely man and BAM job lost. In my favour, my unemployment is not my fault and I'm hoping whoever screens my application for the perfect job takes pity and puts me on the top of the pile...
In the mean time, wish me luck.
