As it happens, I have to write the date a lot because I finally have a job! It's in a hospital (so there's a lot of documentation, which means knowing what year it is is quite important - oops) and I'm absolutely loving it. I've finally confirmed that nursing wouldn't have been the right job for me - I work alongside the nurses and I know for sure that I couldn't do what they do, with all the responsibility and all the shit that gets thrown at them (not literally, we healthcare assistants are more likely to be the ones covered in faeces by the end of the day). Maybe I'll go back to it one day, when I feel capable of taking it on, but at the moment I'm very happy where I am. Finally!
Relationship-wise all's well too. We're coming up for two years this summer, yikes! We're planning to move somewhere just the two of us in a few months, which will be lovely - living with two extra people is sometimes fun, but when one of those people is a complete and utter arsehole who can't even remember to CLOSE THE FRONT DOOR when he goes out...well, let's just say I won't miss communal living all that much.
In fact, I'll be back with a whole post about Idiot Housemate - he really and truly deserves it!
