Had my MSc graduation on Friday. For the first time I felt really proud of myself and everyone else there, rather than a feeling of negativity and foreboding. Got my gown, cuppa and tickets and froze to death on the way to the ceremony. Mortarboard kept falling off. They offered me clips but since I had to leave it off until we left the ceremony there didn't seem much point.
First time I threw it up in the air I lost it and spent a few minutes looking around the ground like some challenged blond, all the while we were being filmed for the university. Finally found it onYash's head... silly boy had picked mine up! His was behind him.
So onwards to the reception, shake hands with old lecturers and update them on happenings and careers. I got rejected from Denmark, heard on Thursday morning. I was in a very odd mood afterwards, which was strange because the rejection was quite positive. Basically the guy said that everything was perfect but my age... to cut a long story short he has recommended me to a collegeue in Berlin instead, as the age range is much younger and I'd fit in better.
My lecturers are pleased, even more so when I mentioned that I was looking for a part time research post to keep my brain ticking over. My new job is inbound call centre, but hours are 1pm until 9pm everyday, so I can use the mornings to work elsewhere and build my experience.
Quite a positive day overall.
I've been at the new job three weeks now, met some great people. We're going out for a Christmas drink tomorrow night. It will be a late one.
In honour of the Festive season I've tried to add a bit of sparkle to my usual look and have foregone straightening the frizzy mess. Remind me never to do that again. I have curls and the biggest hair I've ever had. Eek.
