starting jobs, quitting jobs and a hip hop mix

Yo homies! What’s up? You could ask the same of me, you’re thinking. True. I haven’t been around much lately. But I have super valid excuses.

You see, last time I wrote, I was deep in the belly of the unemployment underworld. And then, suddenly, I received 3 job offers in the span of 2 days. I rejected one and accepted 2 and spent the past 5 weeks juggling both jobs and trying to fit them into a 5-day work week, all the while hating one of the jobs and pushing on through because I thought that’s what one must do and surely I only hated it because it was new and different and anything new and different comes with its share of discomfort. But it turns out the discomfort was coming from my she-devil boss and her she-devil ways and the beauty of getting older is that you claim the right to say “I’m too old for this shit“. And so, today, I drafted a masterpiece of a resignation letter and wrapped it with a pretty bow and sent it on its merry way and then I made this “Take this job and shove it” old school hip hop mix. Because that’s how I roll.

So, ding-dong the witch is dead and I can now fully focus on the job I love – working for a great company with 4 cool lads. What more can a girl ask for?

Also, did I tell you I sold our flat? “Um! No, you didn’t because you disappeared five weeks ago and left us hanging with bits of poetry strung together by a series of Mondays.” Right. Good point. So yeah. I did that too. Pretty much single-handedly sold our flat. If all goes well, the new owner will take possession next month. And I’m kind of freaking out because, you see, we don’t actually have a new house to move into yet. So… yeahhhh. That’s that. And secondly, Joe and I met on this very doorstep. We shook hands by his yellow door. He made me tea for the first time in this living room. Actually, lots of things happened for the first time in this living room – ahem. So we’re both feeling a little nostalgic about leaving. But we have our eyes on a place down the road so there’s a chance we might not be moving too far, which means that I can still walk by the yellow door where it all began. Fingers crossed.

What else? I lost my wedding ring yesterday, which, you know, sucks. I know there are worse things in the world – famine, war, Justin Bieber – but I can assure you this is one of those things that is NOT better than a poke in the eye. I would have gladly taken a poke in the eye over losing my wedding ring. Sigh.

But hey, on the bright side, spring recently popped its cherry in an orgasmic show of colour and noise, trees blooming like fireworks around the city, pop-pop-pop, birds singing sweet symphonies. April was pretty hormonal weather-wise but May is looking promising. So I’m on the roof, under the sun, listening to hip hop, sipping a glass of celebratory wine and waiting for the husband to return to have another glass of celebratory wine.

I think that covers it: starting jobs, quitting jobs, selling flats, buying houses and… spring.

What have you been up to?