You might have noticed a slight change to the site. I decided, after a few thoughts and mild annoyance over the way that the site could cut off the end of blog entries that I could do with trying a slightly new layout. I hope it’s appreciated. Certainly, the blog looks less busy now.
It’s a rather pleasant feeling to go through a week and realise that all of the worries that were darting through your mind on monday have disappeared by friday. On Monday, I had the follow up of the interview, where I showed I could greet customers. it went well, despite my concern that I was toning down my approaching customers too much. Then again, after a job where you were encouraged to not stop short of rugby tackling the customer, I suppose it is easier to lay off.
Either way, I must have done better than I thought, because I actually got the Saturday job!
Admittedly, the weekday one would have been more useful to me, but I’m hardly in the position to complain about that. Besides, it wouldn’t have been terribly practical; while I would have had some more money, I would not have been able to obligate the contract before my PGCE began. I would also have to stop helping out at the school, which I would miss an awful lot. The decision to take me on Saturdays was a relief, as the last thing I would want to do is to turn round and say ‘Ummm… About that contract…”
I started last week, and found it a strangely uplifting experience, when I really should have been more nervous. I think it is because I have started so many things this far (if you are as vague as possible, then it would be at least the 6th time I have been a newbie somewhere), and so it was difficult to be nervous about starting something. Besides, I had so much to learn, I didn’t quite know what was best to be concerned about. Ironically, I’m the only member of my family who has perfect vision. Because of a lack of glasses wearing, my entire knowledge of spectacles can be written on the back of a stamp. I’m picking up more information as I’m going long, but at the moment it is remembering all the points of the special offers that is confusing me.
The other thing that was nervewracking was the pioneer show of ‘My Special Selection’, the Hospital Radio, Desert-Island-Discs show that I took over from the old presenters last summer. After numerous weeks of writing letters to the local papers and fielding lots of questions, it felt strange that the date finally arrived and that I was starting to present the show. Thankfully, the interview went excellently, despite my lack of sleep the night before, and my guest, Dirty Nails, was a hoot. I came out of the interview, with my body screaming with the sensations that reminded me why I loved radio so much. For whatever reason, putting a mic in front of me and getting me to blather on is as natural as breathing, and I liked the fact that my research paid off. The past few weeks have been a idle mixture of planning, writing letters to newspapers and trying to cover all of my bases, but still-here I was, running about like an utter loon sorting out the LPs. Radio broadcasting may seem calm, but there is an awful lot of running about and trying to keep your head just above water when you are only used to doggy paddling.
My plan to eventually dominate the world through radio remains on track, by any rate!













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