This is a little later than planned… I’m sure no one is surprised.

Here’s a little summary of my current job.
I wake at 5.45am, when it is so early that it’s actually cold. I get the bus to the city, mainly with people in gym kits. I arrive at work. No one says good morning. Everyone continues to dice chicken/make toast/count money. I stand at the till. And I stand there. And I stand there. Occasionally, the odd customer will recognise that I am a human and will have a conversation with me. Usually, they just want coffee. It’s not all bad, of course; I get fed, sometimes when it’s quiet the kitchen staff come and stand with me for company, it pays the rent. But really I’m one step up from a McDonalds worker. Not even a step. A tiny little stumble over an ever-so slightly (best call health and safety) raised bit of pavement.

And then, in the space of two days, everything changed.

I got a new job. Sean got a new job. We found a new house. We’re pet owners again!

My new job is worlds away, and I’m actually a little sad that I have to wait five days before I can get stuck in again. Although a lot of the time I’m running to the dry cleaners or steaming dresses or writing address labels, I don’t think I could have found a nicer environment to do it in. My boss is considerate and wants to teach me everything; she values my opinion too, which is so refreshing for someone who’s worked in hospitality forever. Oh, the office is air conditioned too. HOORAH.

Tomorrow we move house again. The new place has cats called Crookshanks and Bellatrix. Well I just about lost my mind when I saw them.