There Ain't No Devil, It's Just God When He's Drunk

Today was my first day of 'trainig' for my new job at the NLS. I showed up at 9:30, ready to start off the day...filling out countless forms. Seriously, they make you sign your name on EVERYTHING. Sign to get paid (yes please!) sign to say they've given you the Employee Conduct Handbook (ugh), sign to say you've recieved the Internet Conduct Book (super ugh), sign to say you're read the Internet Conduct book(really?) sign to say you are okay with them adding you to the directory, sign , sign, everywhere a sign.

Then on to meet the 'team'. We were shuffled from one line manager to the next. This is how you use the library catalouge ( Umm...MSc grad here, we did this is Research and Methodology...AND in the school of Common Sense). This is how you enter information into the computer, and on and on and on. 80% of it was worthless. Just being talked at for an hour at a time about very obvious stuff and then watching while someone pressed a few keys on the computer. We easily could have condensed the whole day into half a day, and SOMEHOW we have 4 more days of this. Tomorrow I have to be there at 9 to learn how to use Google to search for books and journals. Seriously? And it will take an hour?

But I guess I'm getting paid, so now worries. And it's funny to hear them complain about stuff- "Oh, this place is a complete mess of organised chaos" -Lady, after working at the NHS and their disorganised super chaos, your world is a sanctuary. "Can you believe this lady sent in an enquiry at 8:23 and wrote 'Have a nice weekend'? As if she was expecting a reply before Sunday? Ha"- Dude, she was being nice. It's not like she was a cancer patient whose referal and notes had gone missing, causing her to wait another 6 months for a colonoscopy!

But I am DEF going to get another job to supplement this. Apparently this is a 'student job', aka, everyone who works the part time shift (aka ME) ONLY comes in a few nights from 4:45-8:30, and from 9-1 two Saturdays a month so that they can have the days free for uni. So basically I have ALL DAY. The one thing the induction failed to address was hours worked. I don't know what the schedule looks like, and won't for at least a week. But once it's availible, I'll *gulp* see about going back to the NHS.

On another completely nerdy note, we get magnetic name badges to wear. Totally feel like I have a communicator badge on from Star Trek (TNG baby!) . I keep wanting to touch it and say 'Shady to the Bridge'.

I have been bad. Bad, naughty, and very blog negligent. I would like the reason to be legit, but the fact of the matter is that I've come down with a bad case of knitting ADD and have spent every spare second thinking of MORE projects I could do instead of finishing the ones I have started. And of course, having no self control and buying impulse yarn does not help.

First of all, remember that last post, the one about potential jobs? Yeah. So here's the run down:

-Elizabeth Hunt and the temp job: A no go. After meeting with a very enthusiastic consultant who swore they had loads of jobs for someone of my experience, she then NEVER phoned me back, sent me the standard typing and IT tests or anything. It's like I'm dead to them. Oh well.

-The International Language School: Again, got the e-mail about how they still had places and wanted my CV back to look at, and then again, no word back. Nothing. So I am apparently dead to them too.

-The NHS: I had mentioned that I kick ass at the NHS, and apparently they thought so too because today at 9:00 I got a call saying they want me back. Unfortunately, it's at the Western, which I LOATHE (bad food, no Honey working next door, and boring banter) but it's a job. And it's a job I know and can do well. So it looks like I'll be back to work at the hospital for the next couple of week...I say next couple of weeks because...

-The NLS: remember how I tried to sneak in that I had an interview last Monday, but didn't really tell anyone about it because it epically failed? Yeah. Well apparently everyone else who interviewed failed more because I got a call on Wednesday saying 'We're offering you the job'. BOOFUCKINGYAH! I am SO stoked. This is the FIRST job I've gotten through an interview- normally I just fail the interview and get a letter saying 'thanks but no thanks' a few weeks later. So that is awesome. Also, it's a job I can go to IN JEANS! I have been DYING for the opportunity to NOT wear dressy work-attire, and as a reference assistant, all I have to do is show up and not look too scruffy. Also, the job is only a 10 minute walk from my flat, and is part time, so I will be able to help Scottie get organised for our move down South. Also, this job is an 8 month contract ending in November. This means that there will be some months were Scottie is down in London and I am up here, but his parents have already promised me that I can use the flat for as long as I like rent free. Again, BOOYAH! I have always secretly fantasied about what it would be like to have a place all to my own. Obviously I love my partner and don't want to be apart, but at the same time, we have very different tastes. And in my head, I would love to come home to a clean flat, get my jazz playing (or my alternative radio station from SacTown), light some candles, pour some wine, and knit/read. So now I will be able to.

So basically I am just waiting on the Disclosure form from the Scottish Government so I can work, and that has been rumoured to take 2-3 weeks. But luckily I have employment now for those week, so happy dances all around.

I only have to finish 1 and 1/2 sleeves and the hood of my jumper before I sew it all together and can say I have knit my first hoodie. I am halfway done with a cardigan I impulsively started with some super cheap acryllic yarn I got at a bargin store, but that felt like bamboo/cotton mix, and I <3 it. AND I am about 1/6th done with another lacy cardigan that I hope to finish sometime. Goal for all my projects: FINISH SOON because I have a birthday knit I have to get started on and finish by JUNE.

*crack that whip*