I left New Zealand mid-2003, bound for Istanbul and a new lif. After two years, a Belgian guy lured me into his world, deep in the heart of Europe. For a long time I was an in-process immigrant. One day we married. These days it's about photography, a little red wine and wandering ... and so the journey goes.
Thursday, February 07, 2008
Day 1, New Job ...
I left the house at 7.30am and arrived home at 8pm having met some superb people during a really good day in the life of Di.
More to follow but orientation days often leave the newly-orientated disorientated ... in case you didn't know already.
Di, my sincere congratulation on securing that job!
You filled me in on the details, but it does take a "I know what I need/want, and I'm going to get it" mentality to get there.
Yesterday a local paper pointed out how hard it was to find a job in Belgium when passing the dreaded 4 - 0 line: due to to our wage-according-to-age regulation virtually no one will employ anyone over 50, it's way too expensive.
Oh furiousball, I had a couple of glasses just because I was happy and tired. But it was too soon after the flu ...
Thanks Claudia. Lol, we'll see. The job is complex and yesterday was a run-through of everything I need to do.
Thanks Peter but it's only 1 day a week for 25 weeks. Maybe that's an easier one to fill, simply because most people want more security? I hope the govt eventually looks at what is clearly a huge ageism issue.
Hey thanks V. I was going to sms you on the way home but remembered that that phone is only on when you're wandering and my cellphone is running on a budget that is tight.
Indeed I did, Manic - I made sure I boarded the train at South Station. It's the only way at that time of night :)
It is, Simon - simply because it leaves me time to get on with my own business :) Although today, a sunshine and blue sky Friday, it's great to finally be home with the option to open all of the doors and windows and clean.
Will write soon Paola :)
I hope it was a good day for Neil too. I did love your post about Brenda.
A long day at the office is nothing that 14 glasses of wine doesn't cure.
ReplyDeleteCONGRATULATIONS!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteDay one is always the hardest.....now that it's under your belt, you'll be fine!!
WOOT!
Di, my sincere congratulation on securing that job!
ReplyDeleteYou filled me in on the details, but it does take a "I know what I need/want, and I'm going to get it" mentality to get there.
Yesterday a local paper pointed out how hard it was to find a job in Belgium when passing the dreaded 4 - 0 line: due to to our wage-according-to-age regulation virtually no one will employ anyone over 50, it's way too expensive.
I was thinking of you all day yesterday. Glad it went well. : )
ReplyDeleteOh furiousball, I had a couple of glasses just because I was happy and tired. But it was too soon after the flu ...
ReplyDeleteThanks Claudia. Lol, we'll see. The job is complex and yesterday was a run-through of everything I need to do.
Thanks Peter but it's only 1 day a week for 25 weeks. Maybe that's an easier one to fill, simply because most people want more security? I hope the govt eventually looks at what is clearly a huge ageism issue.
Hey thanks V. I was going to sms you on the way home but remembered that that phone is only on when you're wandering and my cellphone is running on a budget that is tight.
Di, the white collar employee. did you find a seat on the train?
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear it went well. One day a week sounds ideal to me...
ReplyDeleteCongratulation! Look forward to hearing all details
ReplyDeletePaola
Glad to hear that it was a "good day for Di."
ReplyDeleteIndeed I did, Manic - I made sure I boarded the train at South Station. It's the only way at that time of night :)
ReplyDeleteIt is, Simon - simply because it leaves me time to get on with my own business :) Although today, a sunshine and blue sky Friday, it's great to finally be home with the option to open all of the doors and windows and clean.
Will write soon Paola :)
I hope it was a good day for Neil too. I did love your post about Brenda.