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A Working Lass

The last time I had a retail job I was sixteen years old. I had just started my AS Levels, I'd just got into my first ever relationship and had pretty much just started socialising. My first shift was on 3 December 2011 and I went to one of my nearest and dearest's Christmas parties, where I met my ex's mum (she's lovely!) and had a good old chuckle with her. I remember how achey and tired I was but how thrilling it was; I felt grown up. 

I left that job in April 2012 due to health problems and today, nearly three years down the line, I'm about to start at Waterstones. I'm really excited to see what it'll be like and to see what the customers are like too! It's rather poignant because I'm beginning to think about third year and beyond, my sister has just turned 18 so she's an adult too now, this Christmas holidays I may only be home for Christmas Eve, Day and Boxing Day. Do I feel grown up, though? Not so much. I still feel like I'm feeling my way blindly, tripping up and laughing along the way. The nice thing is, I haven't hit the ground (yet, ha!). I think it's really important to put things in perspective; things aren't always going to go your way but then opportunities, such as this job that I'm starting today, are brilliant experiences. I don't know how my body will fair but I'm challenging myself and looking forward to the experience, which is exciting! 

It's going to be good to be working again. Yes, I'm going to probably be cramming in uni work and my job (especially up until January) but what fun is life if it's not completely bonkers?! (She says with slight uncertainty.) Yesterday, I spent seven hours in the library trying to make a dent in the mass of work I have to do and I know that it's going to be a case of me focusing on my university work and fitting shifts in between but I'm going to do it. Why? Because I have to. Also, because I want to. This job is exciting for me, but I'm also apprehensive because I don't know how my body will react at all. But you know what, if I hadn't applied and got the job and wasn't going in today then I'd never know. 

For now, I leave you with this question: why haven't you done that thing yet? Go kick the world in the butt hole, okay?

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