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So, yesterday I managed to talk my computer into working. I had intitially turned it on and put the DVD drive into it (it works via USB because this thing is ancient) to try and winkle out the DS9 DVD that it has AND LO the whole system loaded up and everything. It was unbearably slow. I spent eight hours Doing Stuff to it which has sped it up very nicely, although it still feels creaky and ominously close to disaster.

(I have rescused my DVD and saved all my CV and stuff onto pen drive, since I apparently still had not yet learnt the tale of woe of those who do not back up.)

Still, though, A Positive Thing.

Then today, I trundled into work. I do this a lot, that part isn't worth commenting on. The part that is worth mentioning is that my manager came up to me, informed me how well I'd been doing (I turn up on time, I am generally clean and I haven't set anyone on fire yet etc) and that there were some scheduling issues and she as off on secondment to Birmingham for a bit.

I was expecting more hours. I have been offered them. I have also been offered a promotion and a payrise. "YES PLEASE," I replied before she'd even finished. So, six weeks of working my arse off have been successful, as I am now a supervisor with my own set of keys and everything. My hours are going up - it's all dependent on various factors, but Tosspot is a student and suddenly has found his supervising days are over due to a lack of time - and I am going to get more money. Yay!

Part of me is... not that impressed, as it's not a particularly hard job to do and I remain vastly over-qualified for it, nor is it what I want to do with my life. Most of me, though, is quietly pleased that at least I have been recognised as mildly capable and the hard work of the last few weeks have paid off, and I might actually be able to lay some money aside for the potential Masters degree. No, it's not what I want to do, but it's what I have to do for now, and it does mean my CV now shows something slightly more impressive than 'cleaning, shop work, low-grade nursing.'

I spent the rest of my shift being cheerful, and got sent out on A Quest around Liverpool to find wire to hang the window posters on. (After an hour on wandering to all the art shops, I found it is John Lewis. Those aware of Scouse geography will see the humour in this.) Basically, today was A Good Day. I came home and had mildly victorious Chinese and I have a bottle of red wine waiting for me.

This is the most cheery I have felt towards my job in quite some time, let me tell you!