
When i decided to take the great leap into the unknown and move from Toronto to Glasgow, i daydreamed about life on the other side of the Atlantic. i fantasized that i would move to Glasgow, live in an awesome flat, drink overpriced cocktails in noisy pubs, date hunky Scottish lads, maybe apply to law school or maybe just work at the BBC. And somehow, in its own strange way, it's happened.
Of course, i worked hard for it and it didn't just fall into my lap. When i first moved to Glasgow, i worked in a shitty cafe (that i can no longer set foot in) for next to nothing, got fired from a job for not laughing at my boss's jokes (i swear to God, it's true!) and went on some really awful dates (i.e. the Coke Head Fart Blamer).
Yet somehow, despite the pangs of homesickness, life in Glasgow is good; i'm soon to start work at my dream employer, have a decent enough flat, increased my alcohol tolerance and of course, have a wonderful and cute Scottish boyfriend. And so, being the worrier that i am, with a penchant for punishment, i'm just waiting for my luck to run out.
3 comments:
Don't be so pessimistic, and now you have said it you are openly tempting fate!!
Congratulations on your job - just enjoy your luck while you can!
I worked a shitty job for a over a year before getting an interesting position that paid decent money. Sometimes it pays off to stick it out in Glasgow.
I hope you're going to take legal action against the boss who fired you.
Paul - as you know, i am not a pessimist; i am a realist!
Katie - Thanks, and it does pay off to stick it out. Despite missing home non-stop for the first 3 months, i am so glad i toughed it out.
As for my unceremonious firing, it was within the probation period so i don't think i would have a case. Also, as it turns out, it was the best thing to happen to me!
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