THE REALY BIG UPDATE

Chances are I'm going to write this "really big update" in installments because I have some things do today, but I wanted to put something on here since I haven't updated for a bit. This is going to cover the basics: the job and the flat. And then I have some time, I'll add some fun pictures of going out and whatnot.

Well, let's start with the job. I had it. I don't have it anymore. By choice. That's the short story.

the first day at Jigsaw

The long story? I arrived at this job purely through chance. I would have never actively seeked out a job in retail. As I have mentioned, I made a connection while getting my phone fixed, and that led to me going to Jigsaw. Somehow I got the job despite my knowledge or experience. And that was exciting. It was all new; I was ready to do anything. You see, I have this good/bad habit of jumping into something without necessarily considering the logistics. I ignore the reality, thinking I can achiever whatever I set out to achieve. Well, oops.

The first day was new and pretty cool. I learned so much; how to take stock, how to replenish stock, how to search for new sizes upstairs, blah, blah, retail blah. I tried to look at it as a game. Therefore, it was fun. My imagination helped me get through it. Plus, it was a whole new world, and I was on Bond Street. Might as well think positively.

This mindset carried over to the second day. I came excited, believing I would be able to learn how to do everything. And it went fine. Until a few hours to closing. Then, all of the illusion crumbled (not to sound dramatic). I think I finally cracked and realized, "Wait a second. This job actually sucks. Nobody really wants to work retail (even though they're all really nice), and everyone is just here until they find another job." Other thoughts: "I have absolutely no passion for the selling of women's clothing; I don't even want to learn. I would kill myself if I did this for six months. Also, I completely lack the skill set required to do this job."

lost after the third day, literally

You get the picture. All of these thoughts congealed into one awakening/realization: I jumped into this like a blind man, and I do not belong. Truly, I am not the missing puzzle piece of
this Jigsaw. Cue groans from the audience. After closing the second day, I asked to speak Theresa (wonderful manager) in the back. I told her what I was feeling, and I even cried a little. I know, so unlike me. But this is all so crazy really, isn't it? She was comforting, but I still left not knowing what to think. The masochistic part of me wanted to suffer on, but another part of me knew I should get out while I can.

So, the third day came, and it went ok. Not too much craziness, and no post-closing-cryfest. This meant I could think objectively about the situation. Not persuaded by emotions or passionate frustration, I could really sort out my priorities. I still wanted to leave. Therefore, I followed my heart. The next day, Matt and I traveled to Bond Street, and I broke the news of my final decision to Theresa. I felt really bad, but Theresa understood and supported me. It was really nice, and I left with no ill feelings.

A review: I got a job. I left said job. In three days. End of that chapter. On with a new job search. This one is going to be more informed. However, I need to jump on it and find a new job quickly because as everyone said, London is not cheap.

On to the flat.