Who to thank first??

No offense, but here I go: an actual celebratory rant of how wonderful I am.

In early May this year, I was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes. This annoyingly hospitalised me for five days and set me back heaps in my last few weeks of uni. I was now forced to cope with a new way of life, recovery from a horrendous experience in hospital, and irrational emotional issues (i.e. newfound bursts of intense anger).

I won’t go too far into the details, except to say that I went on to complete my last few assignments in time without even applying for special consideration. I found out today that I not only passed these subjects but got two distinctions and two high distinctions!! Then I got two work experience gigs and a new job in my holidays.

HOW did this happen?! Amazing uni results and 3 new jobs after being diagnosed with a life-long illness. I just don’t know who to thank first! My amazing parents who stood by me the whole time, yet also gave me the space to make outrageous decisions? My wonderful boyfriend who overcame his intense fear of hospitals to be by side for much of my stay, as well as continuing to support me even through the emotional struggles, praying for me and loving me? My friends? Always there, treating me and my situation with care. My pastor, who unceasingly prayed for my healing and thought of me? A particular red-headed friend who empathised with me and listened to my woes? My stronger-than-strong-in-faith grandfather who coached me in the healing power of God??

I guess, honestly, I can only ultimately thank God for using this experience to draw me closer to Him, and for bringing these incredible people into my life to help me.

It might not seem like all that much, but I thought I was going to drop out of uni there and then when I was diagnosed. But look at me now, about to start the next semester confidently and with the strongest sense that I am on the right track 🙂

An update on the job situation.

Hallelujah! A breakthrough!!! I have gotten in touch with a volunteer youth-run TV show at Channel 31, and will hopefully be helping out once a week in the production of the show 1700.

 

…. Still yet to hear back from them to see if I’ve been put onto the roster though actually :/ hmmm…

 

And in OTHER news: I got a job interview!!

(Fineprint: it is an unpaid position.)

 

Still, we are making progress in the unemployment area of life. Even if I can do some volunteer/work experience type things, it is still something. Oh gosh! But I have to do an interview. I cannot even explain how much terror this brings me. Me. Speaking. Saying things. Trying to talk myself up. Disaster.

 

I am socially awkward.

The problem with not having a job.

Okay… that’s not entirely accurate. I work at The Reject Shop, like once a week. But really, that is hardly counted as a “job”.

I need a job. Like I really do. I finished first semester of uni yesterday, and now I look into this void of space that is the next month and a half of my life, till uni recommences. It is awfully sad and lonely.

And geez! It just isn’t easy to get a job these days. My mum told me when she finished high school she just sat down and sent out 147 letters to different companies asking for a job. She got 3 replies, 2 interviews, and 1 job in the end.

But can you imagine the reaction to receiving a letter from some kid wanting a job these days??? For starters, the person would be like ‘what is this small, white square of paper on my desk?’. Once they had discovered it was in fact called a LETTER, used by people before the introduction of the Internet, they would read it and scoff, thinking to themselves ‘I have all the employees I want! I just advertise online for free!’. Then they would cackle maniacally and tear the letter up.

Yeah, it doesn’t work that way these days Mum.

I’ve just spent a solid hour scouring the internet for possible jobs I could apply for, but turns out people aren’t interested in people looking for experience anymore. They just want people with experience.

So in conclusion, I will remain miserable, poor, and living with my parents for the rest of my life 🙂