I handed in my resignation. In a country where the words "economic downturn" are more pervasive than "nuvver pint, guvner", perhaps this doesn't seem like the most sensible option. Still I need to move on and do something more. Given that Miss Sinéad is also currently sans boulot, we've got ourselves a plan or two.
PLAN A:
Based entirely on the two job applications that I've got in right now. If I get either of the jobs, that's it, we'll take that, set up shop, and settle down for the next three years as I count down days to citizenship. Sinéad will continue to do outreach work, whether volunteering or paid, until she has enough direct contact hours to get herself a decent job in social care and a degree paid for by the council.
PLAN B:
If neither of the jobs pans out, we're off! Up north where it's cheaper to live, there's loads of social work for Sinéad and where I'll have to sit down and do some serious thinking about where on earth I'm going to end up in this world. In the meantime, I'll do some temping and try and get my foot in various doors.
It's a bit of a waiting game for the moment... I've got an interview on the 13th in Oxford, but we're heading to Leeds this weekend to start scoping out where we might want to live. And so the excitement begins...
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