Ooh goody, it's a great big long update!!
Hiii!! Well it's been a long long time since I last posted and I decided it was time to revive T Street a little bit, see if we can reclaim some of the readers we used to have.
So what's happened since my post about the kettle explosion?? As you may or may not know, several days after the kettle exploded, the final strand of sanity keeping me going also exploded, as a result of attempting to go for 60 hours without sleep whilst sitting very difficult exams, and I finally made the decision to leave Cambridge. (Which means I am no longer an official Trumper but what the hey.)
So I was called in to see Schofield, who I expected would be in full child-of-Satan mode, red eyes flashing, fire blasting out of every orifice etc, but actually he was quite nice for once and listened to me rattling on about how much pressure I was under and how it didn't seem worth it because I hated the course anyway, and he gave me a tissue to wipe my eyes (I admit I got a little emotional) and told me that he was sure I'd land on my feet and find something else to do that I enjoyed more.
Later that day my dad picked me up and took me home (mum didn't come, he said, because she was FURIOUS. She absolutely could not believe that I could do this to her, she didn't think she'd ever be able to accept what I'd done, etc etc. I knew she couldn't be THAT angry because otherwise she'd have reacted like she did when I came out - ie pretend it never happened.) Got home, listened to her ranting for a bit (OK, she obviously WAS angry as she was being a real bitch and I don't really want to think about some of the things she said; let's just hope she only said them cos she was angry.)
Sooo the next day I went to a Job Fair in Nottingham. It was held in this very posh new hotel and was full of very unposh people called Chantelle and Darren who were walking round with lots of leaflets and their mouths hanging open. I booked myself in for a "group interview" at John Lewis the next day. On my way back to the bus stop I popped in to the JobCentre to find out about whether I needed to sign on or not. Queued for 20 minutes to speak to a big butch lesbianny woman behind a desk who asked me my surname and then said I was in the wrong centre "cos we only handle A-L." Walked to the other JobCentre and spoke to another big butch lesbianny woman (seriously, are they breeding or something?? Turkey baster sales must be up...) who said I was in the right building but had come in through the wrong door and told me to go round the other side of the buliding. When I finally got there, a very small very mincing man took some details and gave me a pack of forms almost as big as himself to fill in and bring back a week later.
And so I toddled off home to prepare for my group interview.
The group interview took place in this big conference room, there were about 15 applicants and 5 interviewers there. A very tall thin woman who you could just TELL was a real bitch said that the first thing they wanted us to do was to talk to the people next to us for 5 minutes and then introduce them to the group. Easy enough, the woman next to me was this really friendly 40-something lady who was very chatty and we had no problems. Which is more than can be said for some. One particular girl, Holly, sticks in my mind:
"Errrrrm, this is....... Laurel... is that your name again? .... err and she's doing, I think, is it... criminology... at Nottingham Trent....... Errrm...... she likes - did you say you liked swimming...? Ohh she likes going for bike rides and going out drinking..... Err......" (She obviously knows she's forgotten something but instead of helping her the bitchy woman just keeps looking at her with an eyebrow raised for about another 30 seconds, by which time Holly is practically in tears from embarrassment and Laurel decides to step in and help her out by saying what Holly's forgotten which is her age.)
Other things we did included adding together £2.47 and £3.66 and addressing a shipping label. That should give you an idea of what a fun 2 hours it was.
Blah blah blah. Not much happened over the weekend except that my parents convinced me I ought to get in touch with the universities the next week and see if there was any chance of a last minute place on a course. Only 3 of them said yes - Leeds, Hull, and Southampton. So I got in touch with the lady from Leeds who invited me up to talk to the Admissions guy ASAP. And the rest, as they say, is history.
I've now been at Leeds for a whole week and I am really, really enjoying it. The course is fun, the lab work is interesting (as opposed to Cambridge practicals which were of the form: prepare 20 different solutions of the same protein, bung them all in a machine and then paste the printout it gives you into your practical book) and I think I'm in the right place. I miss the Trumpers like mad of course but I promise I'll come and see you as soon as I can!!
Anyway, the latest news is that I've landed the part of Pianist in the Tetley Hall production of Grease this December (as in the actual piano player, rather than some unknown bit part in the play itself), which should be fun. Rocky Horror would've been much better as Tetley's grand finale (it's being decommissioned at the end of the year) but what the hey. The only really disappointing thing about Tetley is the general lack of gays around the place. I'm told that there IS another gay guy here but that he has a girlfriend(!?) There's a lovely guy on my course actually, though the fact that I fancy him probably means he should be made to walk round ringing a bell and carrying a sign saying how unsuitable he is for me (or that he's straight, as usual.) But time will tell I suppose.
Right, I hope I haven't bored your tits off too much (ie I hope you still have at least one of 'em left) but I think that's all my news for the time being. And come on fellow Trumpers - POST for goodness' sake!!
Dom xxxx
So what's happened since my post about the kettle explosion?? As you may or may not know, several days after the kettle exploded, the final strand of sanity keeping me going also exploded, as a result of attempting to go for 60 hours without sleep whilst sitting very difficult exams, and I finally made the decision to leave Cambridge. (Which means I am no longer an official Trumper but what the hey.)
So I was called in to see Schofield, who I expected would be in full child-of-Satan mode, red eyes flashing, fire blasting out of every orifice etc, but actually he was quite nice for once and listened to me rattling on about how much pressure I was under and how it didn't seem worth it because I hated the course anyway, and he gave me a tissue to wipe my eyes (I admit I got a little emotional) and told me that he was sure I'd land on my feet and find something else to do that I enjoyed more.
Later that day my dad picked me up and took me home (mum didn't come, he said, because she was FURIOUS. She absolutely could not believe that I could do this to her, she didn't think she'd ever be able to accept what I'd done, etc etc. I knew she couldn't be THAT angry because otherwise she'd have reacted like she did when I came out - ie pretend it never happened.) Got home, listened to her ranting for a bit (OK, she obviously WAS angry as she was being a real bitch and I don't really want to think about some of the things she said; let's just hope she only said them cos she was angry.)
Sooo the next day I went to a Job Fair in Nottingham. It was held in this very posh new hotel and was full of very unposh people called Chantelle and Darren who were walking round with lots of leaflets and their mouths hanging open. I booked myself in for a "group interview" at John Lewis the next day. On my way back to the bus stop I popped in to the JobCentre to find out about whether I needed to sign on or not. Queued for 20 minutes to speak to a big butch lesbianny woman behind a desk who asked me my surname and then said I was in the wrong centre "cos we only handle A-L." Walked to the other JobCentre and spoke to another big butch lesbianny woman (seriously, are they breeding or something?? Turkey baster sales must be up...) who said I was in the right building but had come in through the wrong door and told me to go round the other side of the buliding. When I finally got there, a very small very mincing man took some details and gave me a pack of forms almost as big as himself to fill in and bring back a week later.
And so I toddled off home to prepare for my group interview.
The group interview took place in this big conference room, there were about 15 applicants and 5 interviewers there. A very tall thin woman who you could just TELL was a real bitch said that the first thing they wanted us to do was to talk to the people next to us for 5 minutes and then introduce them to the group. Easy enough, the woman next to me was this really friendly 40-something lady who was very chatty and we had no problems. Which is more than can be said for some. One particular girl, Holly, sticks in my mind:
"Errrrrm, this is....... Laurel... is that your name again? .... err and she's doing, I think, is it... criminology... at Nottingham Trent....... Errrm...... she likes - did you say you liked swimming...? Ohh she likes going for bike rides and going out drinking..... Err......" (She obviously knows she's forgotten something but instead of helping her the bitchy woman just keeps looking at her with an eyebrow raised for about another 30 seconds, by which time Holly is practically in tears from embarrassment and Laurel decides to step in and help her out by saying what Holly's forgotten which is her age.)
Other things we did included adding together £2.47 and £3.66 and addressing a shipping label. That should give you an idea of what a fun 2 hours it was.
Blah blah blah. Not much happened over the weekend except that my parents convinced me I ought to get in touch with the universities the next week and see if there was any chance of a last minute place on a course. Only 3 of them said yes - Leeds, Hull, and Southampton. So I got in touch with the lady from Leeds who invited me up to talk to the Admissions guy ASAP. And the rest, as they say, is history.
I've now been at Leeds for a whole week and I am really, really enjoying it. The course is fun, the lab work is interesting (as opposed to Cambridge practicals which were of the form: prepare 20 different solutions of the same protein, bung them all in a machine and then paste the printout it gives you into your practical book) and I think I'm in the right place. I miss the Trumpers like mad of course but I promise I'll come and see you as soon as I can!!
Anyway, the latest news is that I've landed the part of Pianist in the Tetley Hall production of Grease this December (as in the actual piano player, rather than some unknown bit part in the play itself), which should be fun. Rocky Horror would've been much better as Tetley's grand finale (it's being decommissioned at the end of the year) but what the hey. The only really disappointing thing about Tetley is the general lack of gays around the place. I'm told that there IS another gay guy here but that he has a girlfriend(!?) There's a lovely guy on my course actually, though the fact that I fancy him probably means he should be made to walk round ringing a bell and carrying a sign saying how unsuitable he is for me (or that he's straight, as usual.) But time will tell I suppose.
Right, I hope I haven't bored your tits off too much (ie I hope you still have at least one of 'em left) but I think that's all my news for the time being. And come on fellow Trumpers - POST for goodness' sake!!
Dom xxxx
posted by Dom @ 22:57
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Someone's asked me if I got the John Lewis job. The day after Leeds accepted me, John Lewis wrote to say they'd like me to work from November 1st till December 24th. They also said that under the terms of my contract I could be dismissed on just a few days notice if they decided they didn't need me any more, and that I would have to buy a new suit from their range before starting work there.
So I very very politely wrote back and told them where they could stick it.
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