Firstly, let me take my hat off and salute all you people who blog AND work full time, especially if you’re a mumma too. This 9-5 gig ain’t easy, you guys. If that’s not the most millennial thing you’ve ever heard, I don’t know what is. Time for a little life update today.
I’ve recently started the work placement of my dreams, at a company I never thought I’d get the chance to work with. In my wildest fantasies.
*constipated face whilst I try to restrain myself from bouncing off the walls*
I’ll spare you the rambly Oscars speech – in short, I am LOVING it. I made the decision to take a year out from uni to do this, and I am so glad I did. It’s exactly the kind of experience I wanted, and something I definitely want to do when I graduate. After rejections of all sorts, one after the other, I never thought I’d get the call telling me I’d gotten the offer. I wanted it bad, but I knew better than to get my hopes up only to be let down all over again (or in some cases, to never hear back – Grace knows about this all too well).
But they said yes.
Naturally, I fangirled all over the phone when they made the offer. Fast forward a few months later and I was packing to move out for a year. Overflowing with excitement for the next phase of my life. So were my bags – with shit I don’t need. Typical me, eh?
I’ve now been working there for just over two weeks – yup, the full on 9-5 act, Monday to Friday. I’ve been thoroughly enjoying myself, my colleagues are a hoot, my manager is one of the nicest people I’ve ever met and the job is great. But seriously, I don’t know how you do it. Maybe it’s because I was still very much in holiday mode, but the transition from studenting to adulting is no joke. I was permanently sleepy during my first week, and all I wanted to do after I got home/made food/had a shower was flop onto the sofa and cuddle my landlady’s cat.
(See my instagram stories for cute furry updates, probably at least one a day. Not sorry.)
What I will say though – I’ve discovered that I love cooking. I’ve been making a conscious effort to eat well, now that I’m living on my own. I’m definitely one of those people who can quite easily slip into awful eating habits when I’m not looking – particularly with sugar, my sweet tooth knows no bounds. I’ve also always been a fairly creative soul, and I love to experiment with flavours in my food – whether that works out or not, it honestly doesn’t matter. Also planning to make a coffee cheesecake this weekend, just sayin.
I’ve also been enjoying the social side of things a lot. I was definitely one of those people who were lonely at uni, and didn’t find their rhythm socially until fairly late. Nevertheless, the people I’ve met here have been wonderful, and it’s great to be around so many like minded people who have had such different experiences to mine, but all have such a drive to succeed. It’s so refreshing and in many ways, a very welcome change of scenery from uni life.
I am so, so excited for the rest of this year. You’ll have to excuse the unicorny, everything-is-fabulous-and-perfect vibes but I am loving life and I’m not gonna hold back. I intend to make the most of the next 12 months, and I’m going to learn as much as I can. If there’s anything I’ve learned over the past two decades of being on this planet, it’s this – you’re only going to get what you put into something. Oh, and that you should always trust your gut and never settle for anything that doesn’t feel right. Life advice from quite possibly the most unqualified person in the world – take from that what you will. You go girl.
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