So today was my last day at work. Well, at this workplace anyway. I'm a bit sorry about the nice people I've met there, but overall I know it was right to quit. But I don't like saying good-bye, it's so hypocritical with some. People who you didn't get along with are suddenly very sorry to see you go and will totally miss you... blah blah blah.
I got 2,5 weeks off now, which feels a bit strange. I think I never had that much time off in a row. But there's lots to do at home and a one week holiday so I won't get bored.
But I already started worrying about the next job. It's not my dream job
to begin with, I just wanted to get away from my old job. I originally wanted to
change fields, but I didn't manage to.
Now the problem ist that I just
got reminded again - they told me before but maybe I repressed thinking
about it - that I have to start at 8:30 AM the latest. Not very modern.
Hey, ever heard of chronotypes, larks and owls? The problem is: getting
there will take me 1 to 1,5 hours. That means I'd have to get up at 6 AM
every morning. I'm a owl, by the way. That'll be a serious problem for
So, I guess I have to move after all. I like this city and my flat, but I guess I'll
have to look for a different place. Well, it gets very hot here in summer and I have problems with my landlord, so maybe it's not a bad idea.
On the other hand, I didn't mean to
stay at this next job for too long, so is it worth moving? Maybe I can move to a place from where I can easily get to the next bigger city.
I didn't even start my new job and I'm already worrying and thinking about how long I'll have to stay there!
I hope I can brush these thoughts away and enjoy my time off.
But on a positive note, I got a nice good-bye present with a British
theme containing shortbread, Tyrrell's crisps, a London underground tea
towel, a London skyline lantern, a Beatles T-shirt and Mac & Cheese
(ok, that one isn't British, but I love Mac & Cheese).