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 platinum...it needs to be done again
though...)but the biggest thing that has happened....an 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
