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Date: 25 June 2009 11:27:17
I started my new job a fortnight ago and am really rather enjoying it. Of course, I've got the "getting into the swing of a new job" bit to get through and the "getting to know my colleagues" bit and the "feeling out of my depth and bound to make a mess of it" bit and the "good grief, working full time with 'interesting' shift patterns after 20 years of regular hours and over half a year of not working at all is a bit of a challenge" bit. But it's fun.
Sad thing is, it's one of those jobs. In other words, I can't really tell you about it as I'm bound by confidentiality issues.
But it's good. Even getting up at 5.30 a.m. is bearable.... even when I didn't get home until 9.15 the previous night... so it must be good.
And the childcare problem with the Smudgelet is temporarily sorted. He wants to be independent, and has proved he's capable of it. Legally, as long as he is mature enough and has sufficient safety nets to keep him safe, he's allowed to do it. And most of the time he's off doing things anyway. So independence it is, with lots of safety nets in place. He's growing up, that boy of mine, into a very mature and sensible young man. Remind me of that next time he does something daft, will you?