The feeling, when you get your first wage packet in 11 years 😎 …yeah THAT πŸ˜

The feeling, when you get your first wage packet in 11 years…. yeah that! 😎🍾


So… a few things have been going on in the southern hemisphere! Since Sid started school, I’ve been rattling around the house a bit (there’s only so much cleaning you can do in a week, right?!) (Ok. You may replace ‘cleaning’ with ‘shopping’. Or ‘exploring. Or ‘hot pooling’. πŸ˜†) .. so I decided that I need to get back into work.

After 11 years of being self employed and earning only from my hobby, I threw myself into a frenzy of job applications and an interview.

At 46 years old, with 4 growing children, no recent work experience and zero interview confidence, that work market is a pretty daunting place 🀀😨

My first interview absolutely bombed. I think maybe my tactic of going in there and asking for flexitime was what shot me in the foot? Or maybe it was my bad habit of nervous waffling about dogs and naughty children… or possibly the answer to the question about what wage I wanted?Β  (“Anything you want to pay me” is NOT the right response, if anyone is curious πŸ˜‚πŸ™ˆ)

Needless to say, I didn’t get the role.

I flicked off a few half hearted applications while wallowing in my self-pitying-age-related-children-blaming depression.. and then BOOM: I saw my ideal job.

Part time. Education related. IT.

That job NEEDED me. I needed that job. It was a match made in heaven! I applied, and a week after applyingΒ  I got invited to interview. πŸ’ƒ

I ran through all the nightmare interview scenarios in my head.. what’s the worst that can happen? I could trip over on my way in the door .. been there, done that. I could have a mid-sentence hot flush.. actually that’s pretty much guaranteed at this moment in time πŸ˜†πŸ™ˆ I could have a coughing fit..again, been there, done that πŸ™Š

I was interviewed by 3 people.. situation-based questions.. lots of them.. and yes, once again, I waffled, and waffled, and flushed, and waffled some more πŸ™ˆ

I’d also been asked to take in my passport, license, and my qualifications, and as the interview wrapped up (after just 20 minutes) I offered them to the interviewers like my final straw-grasp attempt at redemption… only to be told, “it’s ok, if we need them, we’ll ask for them…” before being ushered out the door.

Burn. I rang Mark and told him that I’d fluffed it, and to get the wine in.

But fast forward 2 days…

I got a phone call, asking for my references. I hastily tracked some down (it’s been 11 years you know! People disappear!) And thank God, they still had a good recollection of my work πŸ˜…πŸ˜…

…and they offered me the role πŸ’ͺπŸ’ͺ

I’ve just done my first 2 days, and I’m bloody loving it ❀😊

Me, in a nutshell:


😊😊😊 have I mentioned? I LOVE it.

Meanwhile, the kids are in term 2 at school, and are hard out doing cross country. They’ve taken the new early starts and late pickups very well and I couldn’t be prouder 😊 When I picked Sid up on day 1, his teacher asked me how my first day went, because Sid had told her I’d started a new job, and according to Sid, my new job is “fixing cars” πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

I feel a tad over dressed for that Sid πŸ˜†

The boys have started footy season, they’re playing for Papamoa FC juniors ❀

Look at these little cuties:



And here’s what Saturday morning football looks like to me πŸ˜‚


Doughnuts and coffee? Oh, go on then 😁

So today, we’re celebrating. My first wage packet. No matter how useless I felt after the rejections, and the bad interviews, I’m glad I kept on applying. The right job was out there, just waiting for me to grab it by the horns 😊

People, never give up. Good things come to those who keep trying 😊


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