My second client cancelled today as well. I’m doing work anyway, but always feel a little flatter when I haven’t worked directly with clients. I’ve been casually flicking through various websites in the past fews weeks to look for counselling jobs. One particular one has been catching my eye, and I’ve been ignoring it.
It features a lot of things I don’t have relevant experience in, as well as some stuff that makes me a bit nervous. At the same time, I think it could be interesting…and as I always tell the young people I work with, even if you are offered something you don’t have to take it!
Not sure if I’ll send the application in, but I’m filling in the long essay-type part that this country requires on job applications, and it’s interesting to review my skills and realise I’ve got more than I thought.
TMD and I are still seriously talking about moving out of the city. While we could buy a house if we did, and still be reasonably close to work, well….it’s expensive! TMD asked an old co-worker who lives in this town about travel prices. The monthly train pass is a third more than I’m currently paying for my course – and that’s just to get into the city. Once we’re here, we’d have to pay for additional travel expenses.
We’ve been looking at other possibilities – such as me exploring jobs to the north and nearer to where we might live. This would make things more feasible, as TMD needs to work and study in the city for a further two years. It’s coming up more and more…me needing to get a driver’s license. It’s crazy. I’ve had one for, let’s see, 13 years from The Place Where I Was Born. It counts for nothing here.
It feels a bit mental to have to study for a theory test and do another driving test when I feel so old…driving wise, anyway. I can’t escape the fact that I don’t know how to drive a stick, though. Corporate T, will you give me lessons? I have done it before, but not on real roads. I feel that you giving me lessons could make or break the friendship – let’s make it, baby.
I’ve also downloaded and printed off an application for citizenship. That’s pretty straightforward too – but so expensive I might sell some organs on the black market to compensate. Of course I have to take a little test before I can apply, so I’ve bought the requisite book to read and memorise. I plan to apply for it once we’re back from our holiday in September….we have to mail off my passport, her passport, and our wedding certificate. I hate sending originals in the mail – I am very untrusting. (Not of the postal service, but of the government.)
Still, having two passports will be really fucking cool. How cosmopolitan I’ll feel with my trendy travel wallet, bulging with all my passports.