Sell sell sell!
Today I did my last shift at a local town centre restaurant. I'd been there for two and a half years, it was the first job I had and as happy as I was to leave for a new start, I was quite sad to leave; I will miss it there. I've met some great friends and have had some good memories there. It still feels strange knowing that the next time I go there I won't be working but instead collecting my final pay packet and my reference.
However, with working time now over, I'll have to make money in other ways...
This time last week my room was similar to that of a stereotypical young male’s bedroom: a TV, PS3 and stereo battling for space on my desk amongst general items scattered around the room. Sitting here, writing this, all that remains on my desk cluttered with various paperwork and random objects. To say my new look bedroom is rather boring is an understatement… I don’t even have a chair now!
I can deal with the rest, just about, but not having my chair is the worst part. The chair wasn’t just a comfortable chair but it was almost an escape from the world (clichéd, I know) – I could sit on the chair at my desk for hours with music flowing through the stereo and lose myself within the music (how many clichés can I fit in a sentence?).
As it is, I am now without a chair so I have three options here, I can sit on my bed and get backache from leaning against the wall, or, sit on the floor, or, of course, there is the living room. Sometimes I forget that my house has more to it than my bedroom, the bathroom and the kitchen, I'm sure my presence in the lounge will be welcomed by the parents, and the dog.
I’ve been selling (well, attempting to) countless amounts of items that I’ve found in my bedroom and around the house, ranging from items that have been ignored for years to my favourites that were, the past tense here upsets me, used everyday. Such is my selling eye that mid-way through the previous sentence I suddenly remembered I have a hairdryer, I asked my mum how much I could fetch for it, she let me down jokingly, with a tiresome tone to her voice. By now my parents are fairly tired of hearing of my sales, they’re just worried I might sell the dog! I could never do that!
In other news, only about an hour ago, I opened my first Christmas present. This is when it struck me that I will actually be away from my family at the most family orientated part of the year. It will be a strange, but also maturing, experience, made slightly more homely with a certain five-lettered computer programme… Skype.
Today also marks the final countdown before my trip, we're now into single figures and it's still not quite struck me that in less than two weeks I'll be departing for New Zealand for anywhere up to nine months!