Every morning I wake up at my normal time six thirty, I then lie in bed for half an hour whilst The Chap has a shower. I slowly come to with the cats walking all over me. At seven I get up and wrap myself in my dressing gown before wandering downstairs for a cup of tea and to make a sandwich for lucnh before the chap gets ready to go to work.
Seven thirty, I wave TC off and go upstairs for a shower. I then go into the spare room where I keep all my clothes and products. I grab my new IPad and watch an episode of The West Wing as I dry my hair and actually have time to put make up on.
At eight thirty I am out the front door and walking to work arriving 10 mins before nine, and so at my desk before all my new colleagues arrive. Thus also creating a great first impression.
All very different to the 30 mins I used to have leaving at 7.15am before a horrendous hour long journey to the office in a car.
I am so much happier now, yesterday I had enough time to do a load of washing before going to work and hang it out,
The sword of Damocles that used to hang over my professional head has disappeared, and my new boss keeps passing words of encouragement and trusts my opinion. So far it is all going so well.
I now walk through the door at 5.30pm rather than seven pm and am not shattered.
I have only driven once in the last seven days to visit my parents on Sunday and life generally seems better.
Not only has my petrol bill been drastically reduced, but also my new 30 mins lunchtimes means I can no longer go out half way through the day. Indeed, I am not so desperate for a few minutes out of a depressing environment either! However much you try not to spend, when you work in a town centre and you go out every day then money does get spent.
I cannot tell you how wonderful it is to no longer be a sales person.
I wish I had got this job years ago.
My personal life has been a joy since I met TC, it got better when we moved in together at Christmas and now my professional life has followed. I think he is a little jealous though, as recently he is not getting in until 8,9 or 10pm often after getting up at 5am. As I write this, he is asleep on the sofa next to me exhausted.
This extra time at home does mean I have taken all responsibility for the house from him and he gets home to dinner and I make him a cup of tea as soon as he walks through the door. It is the least I can do. Plus, nowadays I am not too tired to do it.
If I had one wish it would be that my good and long time friend "G" who I used to work with would get another job too. I know how I would have felt if she had left and I had still been there . The one thing my new job lacks is you to share an office with. Xxx Miss you honey!