So. The food blog is going from strength to strength. Really happy about that one - do check it out. And I have flights booked for my next Spanish escapade- even happier about that one. I'll be there for 3 weeks, just cooking and tanning and focusing on producing new material for the blog. And then, when I come back, I'll start a new job.
YES YOU READ CORRECT- A NEW JOB!
I got a call this morning about a measly assistant-level position I had applied for at the legal aid office, working as an assistant for a lawyer defending asylum seekers. That job went for someone else (like, months ago) but for reasons only known to Universe (yes, I just used the U-word, without a hint of irony) today they called me about another job. As I explained that while I am still interested, I'm out of the country for the rest of the month, they invited me over straight away. Luckily my overpriced shoebox of a flat is close to the office, so 40 minutes later I was being interviewed for the position. I literally grabbed whatever clothes were clean and didn't have any time to prepare. Or panic. 7 minutes I walked out with a job. All 3 people interviewing me gave thumbs up. Literally. Like in Britain's Got Talent- episode.
It's a strange life...
It's a 6-month contract and without a doubt the pay is shit. As, probably, is the job. But it's more than I make now and at least for the next 6 months I won't need to fret over how to pay the bills. And I have solemn intention of making wiser, more sustainable choices with my finances. Such as finally paying off my VISA bill.
And then, after 6 months... who knows? With any luck The Man and I can finally start planning the next chapter!
I'll start the job right after I get back from Spain. And since I'm technically not expected to be wise and financially savvy just yet... What did I do? Engaged in a bit of celebratory shopping, that's what!
This is what I'll be rocking in the Spanish sun!
