The Terror of Knowing

Inspired by Emily Diana Ruth’s Letters to July series, along with Carrie Hope Fletcher’s re-jigging of the concept for her own Letters to Autumn seriously, I thought I would write a little snippet each day to the lovely month that is October. So here goes nothing…

2nd October

Today was a less busy day, October. My boss asked me and another if we’d given thought to taking on more shifts. I want to say yes, I feel so flattered to be asked for, for them to like me enough within a few days to want to give me more work throughout the next year. My timetable is very sparse, I could do it, easily, I feel. Taking on more shifts would mean more responsibility, being able to access student records and such, and I wonder if I’m being blinded by the novelty of that. It’s nice to feel wanted, I don’t know, it sounds silly but I really want to say YES PLEASE to her offer. I might do so.

The one sticking point is that I have another job lined up, 3x3hr shifts a week is all we need to do with that, and the head of that department has been so so understanding with me about working in some time to do my training. But a very large part of me wants to tactfully decline his offer of work, if possible, and try not to offend anyone in the process. Because I love the girls in the office at the other place, they’re lovely, and have made me feel right back at ease with Lancaster in a way that has helped with the weird sense of loss I’ve been feeling with not having my undergraduate friends here any more.

Plus our boss bought us all some gorgeous cake from the Farmer’s Market today and who could say no to a boss who uses cake as a means to get their team through a busy week?

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