Today, is a joyous day. It doesn’t mean recently things have been very terrible, or unexpectedly sad, or depressed. But it’s a special day today.
So what is it you are now wondering?
It’s took 19 years to get to this place. ( I thought it was 20 originally.)
For 19 years, I have been chasing for those extra permanent working hours, to achieve a minimum of 30 hours per week.
This morning, I had a job interview for a morning cleaning vacancy and I got the job.
I don’t think I would have got this job, had I not emailed the day before to see what was happening, after I sent my CV via email 5 days prior. That email was a begging email for this job, on top of reminding them of my interest and that I had retail experience, if it was retail I would be in. I also mentioned to them of my other experiences I had.
I arrived half an hour early before my time and the person who interviewed me felt very comfortable to be with.
The company I will be working for seem to be a disability friendly employer. The person who interviewed me is happy for me to email, or text him. To text him anytime to query anything, or any issues I may have.
The staff of the place I will be cleaning for were also very pleasant and I felt relaxed being there. It felt just as relaxed as my current employer.
I was very surprised how my job interview went from I would know in a couple of days of the outcome, to I had got the job.
He rang his boss, which turned out to be the one who emailed me the night before with interview details and talked to her about me, how he was going to take me on, because I arrived half an hour early, very skilled and asking lots of questions about the job.
All being well, I will start next week. This depends on paperwork being sorted and getting me on the payroll. Wednesday’s will be my day off each week and he will sort out how these odd few minutes will be worked out over my 6 working days, to make my 14 hours per week with them.
I could have worked the full 7 days if I wanted and worked 16 per week, but preferably he would like me to have a day off, for that break. I agreed, that as tempting as it was, I would have my Wednesday’s off, as so I don’t risk burnout. I was allowed to choose which day in the week, as my day off.
My day off I require in June, because I have my paid for trip to Oxford, has been honoured too, as he said they have to.
As this post airs, once I have finished my mug of tea off, I will get myself registered online with the company I am working for, providing the details they require, to get the ball rolling for next week.
Now that I have this job and if it’s next week I am starting as he hopes, means that I will now be leaving my volunteering place. The volunteering place knew one day this would come. I shall be calling in tomorrow, to give them the sad news and as one is on annual leave all this week, I plan to call in the following Wednesday, so I can see her and say goodbye, as well as thanks.