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So. I'm a student again! How exciting. I enrolled on Tuesday, trying to damp down the voice in my head muttering 'in my day it was called matriculation' and 'for fuck's sake it's an undergraduate MA it is NOT THAT HARD to process'. Also my photo for my ID makes me look like a serial killer, but who cares because I have student ID with NO END DATE on it.
So. I am officially a member of the Management And Higher Education department of Barking and Dagenham College. Alumni include Idris Elba. Whilst I doubt Stacker Pentecost ever did a diploma in HR Management, I CAN DREAM.
First day on 9th. So, woo!
Dad sent me a text saying he had a new job. (Dad is retired now. Or, well, perhaps he is now un-retired?) It's the job he's wanted for years on the mental health board checking that patients needs are cared for. It's absolutely zero pressure, only about four days a month, and using his many many years of expertise to do something more than 'prevent very ill but very dangerous people killing colleagues'. (Dad worked in a hospital for people who used to be known as criminally insane. Being a steady, level-headed sort of guy, he worked for about 30 years on the wards with the chaps who were genuinely quite dangerous and in many cases had killed a few people. Nine times out of ten he actually spoke highly of the people he spoke for, and that when they got the treatment they needed they weren't too bad. The one out of ten was generally the problem.)
Between me being a student again, and Dad getting a new job for the first time in 30 years, I spent twelve hours in work today doing graduate recruitment. Things have come to a pass when you are vaguely excited just to go to work at nine AM. Weirdly, getting up at 6.15am just feels like being a student again although admittedly this time I didn't have to go and clean toilets before going to lectures. CAREER PROGRESSION YOU SEE.
So. I am officially a member of the Management And Higher Education department of Barking and Dagenham College. Alumni include Idris Elba. Whilst I doubt Stacker Pentecost ever did a diploma in HR Management, I CAN DREAM.
First day on 9th. So, woo!
Dad sent me a text saying he had a new job. (Dad is retired now. Or, well, perhaps he is now un-retired?) It's the job he's wanted for years on the mental health board checking that patients needs are cared for. It's absolutely zero pressure, only about four days a month, and using his many many years of expertise to do something more than 'prevent very ill but very dangerous people killing colleagues'. (Dad worked in a hospital for people who used to be known as criminally insane. Being a steady, level-headed sort of guy, he worked for about 30 years on the wards with the chaps who were genuinely quite dangerous and in many cases had killed a few people. Nine times out of ten he actually spoke highly of the people he spoke for, and that when they got the treatment they needed they weren't too bad. The one out of ten was generally the problem.)
Between me being a student again, and Dad getting a new job for the first time in 30 years, I spent twelve hours in work today doing graduate recruitment. Things have come to a pass when you are vaguely excited just to go to work at nine AM. Weirdly, getting up at 6.15am just feels like being a student again although admittedly this time I didn't have to go and clean toilets before going to lectures. CAREER PROGRESSION YOU SEE.
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