Those of you that have been friends with me for a while know that I was eager to move back to Lincoln after spending most of the last six years away, well in March 2018 I finally got my wish, but it certainly wasn’t as I would have hoped.
Oh, I almost forgot, I always start these things off with a song…..
So for those that didn’t know, for the majority of the last three years I worked at Odeon Cinemas, firstly as a Cinema Host and then eventually getting promoted into a Guest Experience Supervisor, did you notice all the use of past-tense there? Well last year I made a decision that was intended to help me progress my career, but it instead ended up costing me it instead. I won’t go into the full ins and outs of the situation, that’s another story for another day, but let me put it this way, if this was the Jeremy Kyle Show (a British equivalent of Jerry Springer for my non-British readers), I would be about to walk on stage and drag my chair as far away from Odeon’s as I could.
Things ended bitterly and the timing couldn’t be worse. I had left my second job literally a week before and I’ve now found myself out of work……and this just two months after I had a surgical consultation for the final part of my transition from male to female. I have until November until my reference from Dr Curtis becomes invalid, meaning I can leave it until mid-September to get it paid for. Given the amount of money it costs I am likely to have to take out a loan to cover the cost (assuming that none of my readers fancy giving me around £14,000). Once Odeon pay me what they owe, I will have roughly 1/6 of what I need to be able to pay for it.
Maybe this is the way to go?
If I get sorted relatively quickly then I am confident that come the end of the year the whole process will be over, but it is just getting that job sorted. I’ve been applying for all sorts of roles, both those that I want to do, and those that are simply because I want a job, but normally wouldn’t imagine doing them.
Fortunately most of my outgoings are now gone. By the end of next month I will have reduced my expenditure from around £700 to around £100, which will aid greatly as at the moment I’m having to rely on Universal Credits, which comes in at around £300 a month, so if I am sensible I will still be able to save some.
I’ve had six interviews over the last week, two of which have already said no unfortunately, and a third, who I interviewed with on Tuesday, haven’t come back to me yet, even though they said that they would let us know within a day or two (it’s now Saturday). I have one more definitely lined up on Monday and then I’ve been promised an interview on Tuesday, I’m just waiting on the time.
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It is definitely an unneeded level of stress!
Looking on the positive side though, it got me out of Salisbury. Now, before I start this section of the post, I would stress that I do still have some friends from the city and none of this is relevant to them, but fuck me, Salisbury is quite possibly the most pretentious place I’ve ever visited in my life. I’ve lived in eight different places, and yet none of the other seven have contained a population that is as self-important, obnoxious or generally rude as Salisbury.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not an awful city, not by any stretch, but if you listen to some of the locals you would think that it was basically heaven on Earth. On my drive back to Lincoln yesterday after getting the rest of my stuff, I listened to a radio advert that talked about what has been happening in the city (the Russian stuff basically) and it literally stated at one point “and don’t forget, this is a city that everyone wants to live in, but it is a place we’re lucky enough to call home”. I don’t even know where to begin with that because whilst largely ok, I guarantee that the vast, vast, vast majority of people don’t want to live in Salisbury.
Anyway, enough of the rant and I think I really have to leave this article here.