Wednesday 29 October 2008

waiting game

Just got back from a lovely getaway to the Cote d'Azur. Figured I needed a bit of sunshine before heading off to face a Canadian winter in Ottawa. It was just the ticket as well...loads of beach lounging and plenty of cakes, tartes and flan. I faced my relatively pathological fear of open water and swam in the med at night starkers. Was absolutely the most fabulously free feeling, floating naked in the clear water staring up at a star filled sky.

I finally feel ready to start the 'proper' job journey and excited about the FSO position more than scared or in denial like I have been. I hadn't heard anything from the HR department for awhile, so I was starting to get worried that things weren't working out and that the job offer would fall through. I realised that the worry was because I was actually looking forward to the new adventure and that I was prepared. It would just about be my luck for it to fall through then!! But I was able to get in touch with HR and we are still waiting on my security clearance...so just keep on waiting I guess!! November start date is postponed...so maybe New Year start instead.

Monday 6 October 2008

not just a river in egypt

Oh yes, this post is all about denial...a place I am currently calling home. Things are moving along bit by bit, but not really due to any effort on my part. I don't know if I know how to put in the effort at this point...much better to live in a cocoon and try not to think about the massive, earth shattering change that is about to be affected on my life. I have managed to move out of my flat in Edinburgh and move in with some pals temporarily. So I'm not homeless. Hooray for simple pleasures. Next on the list of things to do is decide what I can carry and what can be mailed and what is going to Oxfam. I did a preliminary sorting of this when I packed up the flat, but have since realised that I have not come close to doing a good enough job of this...unless of course I have been given the power to morph into a donkey or some such load bearing creature.

I'm beginning to get nervous and frustrated with the lack of communication of the government HR department. Never having gotten/been offered a proper job to date, I'm not really sure what to expect. But I'm starting to think that a provisional contract would be a very nice thing indeed if I am expected to turn my life upside down and move continents. I haven't even got an official start date yet! I have visions of everything falling through and me looking like a arse. Plus the fact that I no longer have a flat or job. Very distressing.

Progress update - I am now a fully fingerprinted non-criminal. I had to make a journey to police headquarters in Edinburgh to make use of this fabulous service. So ends my plans for an epic crime spree a la Thomas Crown.