Big news in my work life

So, about that work thing.

Well, I started work last week. How this happened was through my Dad. Dad's a remedial therapist who does chair massages at the Midland Farmer markets every Sunday as well as full body massages from home the rest of the week. His stall is right near to this lady called Theresa who sells italian cookies and cannoli that she makes. Every Sunday morning, Theresa's friend Gina comes to the market and babysits Theresa's stall so that Theresa can get a massage from Dad before the rush of customers happens. Then Gina gets a massage too.

Gina comes to the markets every Sunday not only the babysit the stall, but also to get fruit and veg for her gourmet deli, called The Gourmet, up in Kalamunda. The Gourmet sells meats, cheeses, and little imported food things. Theresa mentioned to my Dad that Gina might be looking for people to work for her, since her son/s were going to university and were no longer able/interested in spending so long at the store. So, Dad passed this information onto me, and I decided to turn up next Sunday at 8am, which is when Gina is there, and see how things worked out.

Sunday rocks around, and I browsed the markets while Theresa had her massage, and then chatted to Theresa while Gina had her massage. Dad must have said something, because when Gina had finished, she came over and said "so, your Dad says your looking for work" or something like that. Anyway, in accordance with the conversations over the rest of the morning with Gina, the next Tuesday I went up and half looked, half trained a little, and the next day I was working there.

And now I've been there two weeks.


Here comes the spanner in the works.
Now, the place that I really wanted to work at, the one where I mentioned lots about interviews and stuff in my livejournal previously, that place was Netplus. That post where I mentioned the email, well I interpreted that email as meaning 2 or 3 months. Hey, it might have meant that it would never happen at all. I thought that I wouldn't stress about it or tell Gina, I'd just cross the hurdle when it arrived. Well, it turns out the email meant just under a month. I had three missed calls on my mobile when I got home at 6:30pm last night, and when I rang it back, I got the Netplus after hours message. Shit, eh? Cue in the stress of only having spent two weeks at a new job and not liking ditching it for Netplus, especially since they're all so friendly at the deli and Gina gets along great with my Dad. Of course, there was no way in hell I was ditching Netplus. Netplus wins over The Gourmet. So, after much stress for many hours, I decided that I'd just tell Netplus I couldn't start for four weeks. When I told Z of this mighty plan that had cut my stress, he went ape at me for a few sentences before getting to the helpful info. Z said four weeks was way too long, plus it was wishy washy. The better thing to say, he went on, was to just say I had to give two weeks notice. Brilliant! He's a genius!

This morning rocks around. I was hoping to get a chance to talk to Gina (which requires a phone call since Gina is on holidays for the first time in ages this week) before Netplus rang again, but when I checked my mobile on my lunch break, they had already rung. I called back, and got hooked up with the relevant person, which is the manager Shaw Goh. Shaw brought up that I'd applied a month ago, and asked was I still interested, to which I said (in other words of course) hell yeah, I'd just have to give two weeks notice. Shaw umm-ed a little sec and said he kinda needed me soon, but went on straight away to set up an interview for 5pm this afternoon. Wow! I phoned Gina when I finished work to let her know and explain things, and there were no hard feelings at all. She even said if they needed me in a week, that was ok.

The interview went well. Much was discussed and said that I will not go into. One thing of note was when he mentioned that he got about 50 resumes, just from having that one advertisement on the Netplus website. He said the reason he chose mine was because I seemed so keen. Yay for follow up emails, among other things. The bottom line is that I go into a three week trial period as soon as I can possibly start there, which happens to be Tuesday 4th May, since I've got the deli next week and an appointment that was the earliest I could get and really cannot be left any later on Monday 3rd May. Shaw said he's going to be trialing one or two other people at the same time, because he may need three more people. If it ends up he doesn't need three, then he gets to choose from the best of the best, kind of thing.

So that's pretty much what's happening on the work front with me right now.

The thing about sharing life happenings.

I used to never tell anyone about anything in my life.

When I was little, I just never really "socialised" per se. Conversations weren't about what was happening in my life, since all that was happening was school and me passing time by myself (parents don't count) at home. That and the fact that I got taught my mum how to keep secrets really early. Dad was, and still is, kind of deaf, and they would have to talk at a normal to loud volume. My bedroom was right at the end of the passage. The passage acted like a funnel, and I could hear every word they spoke at the table where Dad spent most of his relaxing time. Since they talked about everything from finance to people in the neighborhood, I was taught that stuff like that stays in the family and doesn't go outside it. Which is fair enough. Plus I was always brought up spiritually, like angels and faeries and energy and stuff, and most country folk back then woulda thought you were cuckoo if you brought it up, so that was another secret. Oh, and I was a bedwetter, way past the time any normal kid would have stopped. Like, the last time was when I was 14. Um, yeah.....just forget you ever read that.

So there were many secrets to keep, plus I never learnt that people were interested in what you did. Stuff I did was never exciting or interesting enough to bring up to tell people, surely. This trend continued for ages, and still kinda persists a little today.

Oh sure, I've got interesting stuff to say now, if I ever wrote it down, or visited people more before it became old news. I still learning to share a little more though. See, my observations of people, back when I was interested in observing people, led me to find that there are those that share every little scrap of what is happening to them. About 75% of the time or higher, these things never actually eventuated. Things like moving house, getting a job, dumping a girlfriend/boyfriend, etc. So as a reaction to these observations I shut up about stuff happening in my life until it actually happened or had happened for a few weeks and was now a sure thing.... by which time it was no longer current news and so still didn't get shared.

Spot a pattern? Everything conspired to make me a listener, not a talker. I'm still mostly a listener, although I'm a little better at giving advice if asked for it now, and I have a lot more to say than I used to. I _do_ share things a little more freely now-a-days too, even if it's still a bit like pulling teeth sometimes. I really should force myself to use my livejournal more often.

The thing about livejournal, is I feel like I should make a maximum of one post a day, or at least have several hours between posts, and I also feel that I should not combine completely different topics, like say this one and the post before this. Well, I'm going to force myself to take a bit of a leaf out of sonnlich's journal and just make two posts about two different things, even if they're only minutes apart. It makes sense, after all, and it's really silly for me not to, because that's how most of the stuff I have to say never makes it into my journal.