Oh Peri, you peachy, wholesome wonder! I genuinely don’t know how to describe this without using the word wholesome. It’s so good with a bit of sugar and milk and it tastes like liquid breakfast. SO FLIPPING WHOLESOME.
And while I drink this tea, I reflect on the million crazy things all happening to me at once. Two job interviews (one first interview, the other I’ve been shortlisted from the initial round of interviews and asked back for a second) for positions I’d LOVE to be doing (and the pay raise is nothing to shake a stick at either) and two job offers (both of which are less than ideal in terms of hours/money but anything’s better than being a temp forever). All in the space of like a week and a half. And I’ve got a thing in a book coming out and I just got some news about a creative work-related gig that I can’t say anything at all about but OH MY GOSH IS A VERY GOOD ASSIGNMENT INDEED. So that’s all pretty dandy!
BUT. Because I’m technically still a temp, regardless of my salary or the months I’ve now been in steady and regular employ working within the university, because I’m a temp, my application was rejected by the people who do the vetting of potential tenants for the folks who manage the flat we’re moving into in a few weeks. Well, ISN’T THAT JUST WIZARD. We’ve managed to sort out a workaround that involves us putting in more money upfront than we can strictly afford, but seriously. Apparently regardless of how much income I’m actually taking home, for so long as I’m technically a temp, I can’t be trusted to live anywhere. Even with someone who’s making enough on his own to cover rent. Ferchrissakes! TOO MANY THINGS cries