I hope you’re all dying to know what is going on with my employment status right now! So here is the rest of yesterday’s post

And then I turned that job down.

The first problem may have been that this interview was the day before my flight to Sydney. I figured it was fine, I could stay with dad for about a week and fly back to Brisbane to be ready to work on Monday. But I think the first problem is actually that the job I’d been told about when they called to offer me the job was not what I was being offered in the interview.

A short-term contract with opportunities to become permanent as an administration assistant suddenly turned into three weeks of data entry for old student files, no chance of a permanent position. And they wanted me to start the very next day, and I was asked to cancel my flight (and therefore let a hundred bucks of Dean’s hard-earned money go down the drain) so I could begin ASAP. To catalogue old student files. That they didn’t even look at. Seriously.

Now, I’m a girl of feelings. Whilst I’ve managed to substantially quash my emotions over the past year, reducing me to a socially-acceptable shell, I am pretty big on premonitions and gut feelings. They tend to be the basis of many of my seemingly on-the-spot decisions – I actually have on-the-spot gut feelings, and if they’re positive I see no big reason to doubt them. I don’t usually get into any trouble with my sudden choices, I actually find myself in a worse position when I’ve thought about a decision far too much.

So when this guy was calmly asking me to cancel my flight, or come in for a few hours before the flight the next day, take the flight and then fly back that night to be ready for work on Wednesday, my brain was screaming “GET ON THE PLANE” and I graciously left the office knowing that if the person he interviewed that afternoon wasn’t appropriate, I was going to tell him “thanks but no thanks.”

I made a few panicked phone calls to friends who I trusted to help me make a decision, and they echoed my original choice that for a job that was nothing like what I was told, I should just take the flight. I sent Dean a few panicked texts, and his assurance that I didn’t need to get on the plane only made me want to get on that plane. I don’t think Jetstar has ever had such a determined passenger.

And so when he texted me later without using punctuation or capitals, I told him I would be boarding the plane and wouldn’t be back until Monday at the earliest. Three days later, when I was in NSW and enjoying spending time with dad, he texted me again. To offer me the job if I would be back in Brisbane by Monday.

Again, I turned him down. My mother will probably freak out if she reads this. Bek will probably freak out if she reads this. Maybe you’re freaking out too, wondering why an unemployed, technically homeless girl would turn down a job. Well calm down.

By this point I was already letting myself logically think about moving to NSW properly, and I was trying to muster the courage to a, ask Dad and b, tell Bek. I was dreading the second one a lot. I also didn’t have the money for a flight home (I still don’t!) and I didn’t want to ask anyone for help and so I told the man no, sorry, I was staying in NSW.

And it was the most empowering thing I’ve ever done. Before this trip, I would’ve taken any job I could get, no matter how awful it was. Heck, I only did my useless traineeship because it was the first job I was offered an interview for. But now I’m a lot more confident only taking a position I really have a good feeling about, and I’m confident enough that I will be able to sort something out that I can turn a position down.

It was such a brilliant feeling, being able to say “actually, no thank you” to a job that wasn’t right for me, that I’m almost tempted to turn down another job… I said almost!

The light at the end of this unemployment tunnel is that my tunnel was only thirty days long. That’s right, I spent the month of June alternately blissfully and stressfully unemployed, and on July 1st, I was hired! Hooray!

It’s not an office position, but it’s a position where I can be around people my own age (because we all know how I adore my peers) and I can gain more experience and not have to stress so hugely about things like taking minutes and general ledgers. Semi-childhood lives on!

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