Panic and Play

My personal panic levels have died down somewhat of late as I finally reached the conclusion that worrying about my work permit arriving (or not as the case maybe) on time for me to actually get a visa is something that is beyond my control. So, instead, I've decided to have fun with my indefinite time off. I've been out for lunches, dinners, been to a few parties, gone to museums, I even had a spa day with my mum! Not at all the attitude of someone who is worried about their immediate job prospects.

Charlotte and I at the
Greenwich Maritime Museum

I even learnt how to knit, just like I said I would! Here are my first couple of projects, a pair of Wristwarmers! The colours are a bit naff, but it's my 'practice pair' and the first things I ever really made myself! Super proud. Email me your orders kids.

A snowflake practice thingy that I made
That's right, I can stitch patterns now, and what?

I've had other things to worry about though. In general, I've decided that becoming an adult is too hard and - as a follow on from my last post - as my parents are making it so easy for me, I'm not really sure why I'm being press-ganged into it. For example, I've been convinced that I now have to go out and get something called a "credit card". Now, you may or may not know this, but I'm not exactly a big shopper. In fact, the only time I've ever used one is when my mum has instructed me to pay for something using this card that looks and acts an awful lot like a debit card. I'm so confused I'm actually gonna have to go into my branch and talk to someone. Like, those adverts that are on for Halifax, with the real people, with real jobs who go in, and discuss their finances. Like that. Christ. But I will actually need one, as the most recent application I made for a prepaid multi-currency card thingy was denied because I don't have a "credit rating". What? What are you talking about sir?

The most recent conversations I've had with my friends have all revolved around career paths, marriage and mortgages. We're becoming real people, with real jobs, in the real world. And I have to do lesson plans, because I'm going to be teaching. I was the one being taught a couple of months ago - these people really shouldn't be entrusting the future of their country's children into my sweaty palms. Half the material is on classroom control and actually getting people to talk - as if I have any modicum of power over these people. Remember when I was excited about the lesson plans?  - and the folders? - well I've realised now that these folders will be the means of earning my own living. Earning my own living.  I'm now 22 - and, yes, I am feeling it - but I didn't think I would be being canonblast-ed into responsibility. 

Oh, and Kathy sent me an email today telling me my work permit will arrive by the end of this week. See, no reason to panic after all.

                             WHEN SOMEONE ASKS ME ABOUT MY "CREDIT HISTORY"