Wishful Thinking…

As I sat on a train to London dreaming of the new life October is going to bring I realised that instead of waiting the conventional week to blog I should shout out to world and let them know, I GOT MY DREAM JOB!!!

Yes today was a more glorious day than others, and why you ask, because I handed my notice in at my current job so that in October I can start my career in the way I wanted it to.

I am currently passing the Olympic park where many athletes and now Paralympians are wowing the world and inspiring the many nations and generations that are watching worldwide.

This week I have felt probably an ounce of pride compared to those amazing people but it’s pride nonetheless… As I accepted the phone call that could have been a yay or a ney and was told I was the right person for the job, my mum and I were bouncing off the walls and in this case, I’m talking literally!

There comes a time in life which I think I have just experienced. That warm feeling inside which says I’m proud, the empty mind which says I’m content and the biggest one of all, the feeling that at 11:11 I have nothing left to wish for.

We were all there…

Last night was a night to be proud. Amongst triumphant athletes and BBC montages, members of the public, games makers and people glued to their TV screens (like me) sat and watched history being made in front of our (very wet) eyes!

As people from the past, present and future graced our TV screens it was hard not to have a full heart and look on to the wonders of being British. Sebastian Coe said that ‘we did it right’ and as I sat there in agreement, I scrolled through my twitter feed to see the numerous tweets and retweets ultimately thinking the same.

One by one musicians old and new sang their hearts out at this glorious opportunity, no doubt thinking that one day they’ll look back and say, “I was there.”

When you sit and think about London 2012 it’s disheartening to think that we will never see this again in our lifetime, but at the same time how awe inspiring it feels to say “we were all there”, “we made the games what it was.”

I look back a week and remind myself of how it felt to be up in the stands waving the British flag to call our athletes home! At the time of peace protests, civil wars and high crimes rates you would think that the atmosphere would almost be frosty amongst competitors but it’s not. The atmosphere was outstanding, breathtaking and a true true example of how small those (large) things are in this big big world!

What a difference a [week] makes…

A week ago I stated how much I despised all sports. From Archery to Swimming I’ve never been a fan, but here I am a week later slowly coming down from my post Olympics buzz having loved every minute of it! I lay on my sofa having returned from an awesome interview and pondered what a difference a week makes, let alone a day!

On Tuesday I took the long journey down to London to kick off my Olympic experience and as I stepped into the park I was automatically proud to be British (I’m heaving too)! The organisation was impeccable from start to finish and the choice of food outlets (apart from the obvious McDonald’s) was outstanding! We opted for fish and chips and I felt like I was at the seaside (I know what your thinking… So British)!

We made our way back from London with our (unbelievably British) heads held high, pleased with the days events and looking ahead to a few more of those golden moments! As soon as I returned I fixed up and looked sharp for the interview ahead! I arrived, tried my best to impress and left, all the time thinking was that my golden moment?

God I hope so.

Its been a while..

So it’s been a little while since my last entry as I decided that as exciting as my life is (work, sleep, work, sleep), I will add a little mystery by updating weekly!

As the search continues for the perfect job, I have found myself going to a few more interviews and having a few more phone calls (maybe I am interesting!) Having recently graduated I knew it would be tough, however the rejection gets you down for a tiny 20 seconds before you get that next promising phone call!

Over the last few weeks I have been updating about the (attempted) arrival of my fish! After being rejected for water with too much Ammonia, I was close to giving up before we were told we could go tropical!! So after three long weeks we have 4 beautiful fish in our tank with hope of more! (and for every customer advisor who has denied us fish… They are loving it!)

I couldn’t write a post without mentioning the Olympics! As much as I despise most sports I am inspired by the effort and the way the country has came together (people are even happy about David Cameron smiling) to celebrate the arrival of the ‘Greatest show on earth!’ I have now decided that at the rather old age of 21 (compared to Olympic standards), I’m going to give something a go, how about that for inspiring a generation! Bravo!