Wednesday, 15 June 2016

On a New Opportunty?

Hey Ragers and Ragettes!!  It’s a cool and breezy day here in St Helens.  I’m wearing my new Bardot inspired top, my bell bottom jeans and my Converse shoes.  It’s that sort of day.

A lot of things have happened in the last few weeks.  I’ve been to Amsterdam (which I loved), I’ve dyed my hair blonde (and last night needs to be done again though...)but the biggest thing that has opportunity.

When I was waiting in the airport for Rita to show up en route to Amsterdam,  I received a phone call about a job.  I get these calls a lot but this one was different.  It was an opportunity and a half!!  I heard myself say please put me forward.  I didn’t think anything of it but when I returned from Amsterdam to be told that I had an interview I thought, shit...this is serious

The job is back in Manchester City Center.  I would be what they call a “plant” at a massive UK company’s head quarters doing what I do best.  The company that I would be working for?  It’s a company that imports fine wines....Yes you read that right...a company that imports fine wines.   I would be working 2 days a week in the wine importer’s offices and the other 3 days in the big UK company’s head office in Manchester city center.  The job?  Acting as a go between the wine importer and this big company.  I would help with planning and managing their stock.  That’s what I do best...

Now, let’s get one thing straight here.  On my list of things I have always wanted, working in the city center of a big city has been on top of the list.   I have been close a few times of nabbing a job in that capacity.

This has caused a head fuck for me.  Things in general are not the best at the moment.  The straw that broke the camel’s back for me was on Friday.  I got home from work early and did 4 loads of laundry.  I took the food shopping delivery in, cleaned the kitchen and waited for Simon to get home...and waited....and waited...and waited...and waited...finally at 7:30pm on a Friday night he waltzes in. 

Now Ragers and Ragettes, I knew that when I got into a relationship with Simon, I was going to have to make sacrifices.   Didn’t realise that I was the other woman in Simon’s life, his first love?  The business.  On Friday, I flipped my lid. I should have been getting ready to go out on a date with Simon on Friday night, not waiting in for him to come home.  I should have been picking out dresses, shoes, handbags, and such in preparation for going out on a date, not waiting for him to come home.  He makes me feel like I’m such a pain to him that he would rather be at work.  But then he waltzes in like nothing has happened.

I’ve had enough.   Don’t want this farce of a relationship.  I want to go out for dinner, go to the cinema, I want to book weekends away.  I don’t want to be the cook, the cleaner, the “mum” in this relationship.

Armed with this determination, I went into my interview on Monday rocking my black and nude shift dress, black peplum jacket, my black Ted Baker handbag and my black peep toes, that I desperately need to get reheeled.  My newly dyed locks of blonde hair pulled off my face.  I went in and answered every question professionally.  And the feedback from them?

Very positive.  I will hear next week if I have been invited to a second interview.  So I have a lot of play for and a lot to fight for.  And if I am successful, I will be packing up my things and leaving.   I have already started looking at apartments in Manchester.  I think a move back to Manchester is inevitable now.

What am I going to do?  I’m going to start looking for jobs in Manchester.  I am going to save my pennies and leave.  I deserve happiness, joy and a relationship where I am first, because I will always put my partner first. That’s not unreasonable and that is the way that it should be.

Remember Ragers and Ragettes, second best is never good enough. 

So until next time, keep your head and standards high and your heels even higher

Lots of Love,

The fabulous Betty Rage