Someone up there likes me
It seems like only yesterday I was writing with the exciting engagement and book publishing deal announcement (okay, I'm aware that that is a bit of an exaggeration, it being just one short story in a book of 16 although I did get a really posh contract for it and everything). It was in fact only a few weeks ago.
What with the proposal, the fact I've lost about 2 stones in weight this year, and the fact I'm going to be published, I had achieved pretty much all last year's New Year's resolutions.
Except one.
I have been looking for a new job for some time and have had a frustrating time of it (was beginning to think that I just give off "Don't employ me, I'm weird and inadequate" vibes in interviews).
I think, since I passed my professional exams at the end of 2004, I have had about six job interviews - all unsuccessful.
Until, and now we get to the point of the post, I got a phone call from the news editor of an undisclosed publication based in Oxfordshire, on Wednesday.
The upshot is, I have been offered a senior reporter job starting in January which I have accepted.
Yay!
That's the good news. The bad news is, now I have to uproot my life, let down my gymnastics club (the only other fully qualified coach, is due to give birth any minute) and accept that me and my fab fiance will have to live apart during the week for at least a short period of time. He too is hoping to make the move to the dreaming spires, but is still waiting to hear from the archaeology types (who pay almost as well as newspapers do) on one job.
It's a pretty scary thing, actually - we haven't lived apart for a long time. Plus due to money considerations, I'm probably going to be staying on floors and sofa beds with friends and back at home for a few weeks. It's a bit of a daunting prospect living with my parents again. I'm so used to living with HF, doing things my way. We're both pretty easy-going. My dad, much as I love him, is rather more hard-work. He might just drive me up the wall. But then, he has been pestering me to make a start on writing his memoires. I'm pretty sure I've spelt that wrongly.
More on that story later.
posted by frangelita @ Friday, December 08, 2006
6 Comments:
Bloody nora!!!! I turn my back for a few minutes (okay more than a few months) and you rip your way through all of your NYRs. Congratulations for the various successes you have chalked up!
You'll be fine. Living apart can make you appreciate the other person more. And we're all here for you (okay, I'm a bit intermittent - but I'm back now that I have settled down and don't pine for the UK every time I see a sparrow...).
excellent news! I remember that day well. I hope to see you on a Thursday (esp during January please - it may be quiet!) at the market more often.
you make your own luck though Fran. You're obviously good at it.
Congratulations.
Congrats.
Oddly, the possibility of a job for me in Newmarket came up the other day, and my first thought was 'do I know wnayone down that way? yes!'.
Oh well, well done madam! I'm so, so pleased and I'm sure the living apart thing will be absolutely fine. Oh well, well done again.
Oh isn't that great. Parents will love you being here and if Dad doesn't behave you can refuse to write the memoirs. (that's how word spells it - looks odd).
Congratulations Frangelita! Great news indeed.
As for living apart thing, it just makes you more fond of 'em. That way you can look forward to seeing him all the time. It'll be like dating all over again.
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