| Smitty ( @ 2007-04-13 18:57:00 |
| Current location: | From what is soon to me termed 'my parent's house' |
| Current mood: | |
| Entry tags: | fashion, jobsearch, social, work |
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To my great delight, I recently accepted the offered position. It means that I will be moving to a new city on Sunday, and will start work on Monday.
I am greatly looking forward to this job, and to all that it can offer - not just finance and fringe-benefits, but this is the kind of job where I'm going to be working with people, so I'm really looking forward to helping people to become, well, better, well-adjusted people.
Reactions to my recent lopping-off-of-hair have been varied. Some have noticed the beard gone first, and then noticed the hair; others have noticed the hair first, then the beard. Admittedly, the beard was fairly low on the face, but still. Some have done a double-take, others have just stared and babbled something incoherently...but the funniest reaction was a two-parter.
On Tuesday, after the Liturgy, I was talking to one of the priests (a generally serious priest, dry sense of humour) and a few altar boys.
Me: I got the haircut, went home, shaved, looked in the mirror, and said to myself...I look like a chick!
All well and good, moving on from there.
Then today, after the Liturgy (again), I saw another of the priests (a generally not-so-serious priest!). After the usual greetings (he'd been at another parish until a couple of days hence),
Fr: (The beard's gone,) Alright, show me the hair
Me: *turns head around*
Fr: Wow...you look like a girl!
Admittedly, I was a little surprised - both that he thought what I did, and that he, well, actually vocalised it
Me: *laughs* that's what I said!
Fr: Yeah, I know, word travels around!
Okay, so no coincidence, but still.
Went to see a movie with a friend yesterday - Bean, the Disaster Movie (worth the actual time in seeing, but not worth paying money for, imho); went to another friend's today. Lots of 'wow, so you're actually leaving!''s all round. After church on Saturday, we're planning on going out (as usual), but in honour of the occasion it's been termed the 'I can't believe you're going' party.
After I was told about the job, that was fantastic...but after a few hours I realised that I was going to have to pack things.
Moving is such a lot to organise - really, I'm asking myself what I am going to need for the next, well, x amount of time - it's not something that comes naturally (never having moved before).
But, I'll get used to it...