Welcome to 2015!
Yes, I do indeed realise that I’ve missed the usual round of ‘my year ahead’ blogs, the ones that usually roll in promptly on the first of January and rhapsodise about hangovers and resolutions.
However, on 1/1/15, I wasn’t remotely hungover, having spent the last few hours of 2014 playing Guernsey Monopoly and explaining meat draws and Specsavers to a cluster of Northern boys.
Plus, of course, I spent New Year’s Day working. You wouldn’t believe how many people spend the first day of the year in the Trafford Centre. It’s sickening, to be honest.
Sudden thought: I haven’t actually had a day off yet this year. Cool.
Anyway, today I can finally begin to relax a little bit. The last bit of 2014 was, frankly, horrible. I was working between 40 and 50 hours each week, being bollocked by Christmas shoppers and sale shoppers and people who don’t seem to comprehend that retail workers are human beings too. At the same time, I was pretty sick, but had to go into work anyway. It wasn’t the time of year to be taking extra days off so I’ve been getting through with a well-timed cry in the toilet a couple of times a day and the occasional lie-down in the walk-in fridge to stop me from fainting. I won’t go into too much detail because I still don’t 100% know what’s going on.
My point is… the Christmas period is now officially over! It’s twelfth night and the decorations are being unceremoniously ripped down. People are glumly exchanging their piles of pudding for pious salads and skinny lattes. And they’re going back to work!
All across the country, do you feel that big gust of air? No, it’s not a hurricane, it’s the nation’s collective retail workers breathing a sigh of relief.
Today and tomorrow might still be a bit busy: a few kids are still off school after all, and our regulars can crawl out of hiding and reclaim their quiet café. But for the most part… we can start to recover.
It’s bloody bliss.
I’m taking this time to think about my goals for this year. I’m not calling them ‘resolutions’ as such, because that would pretty much ensure that I broke them almost immediately. But I have a few things I want to achieve.
1) Finish a book. I have four major writing projects in various stages of development. Two of them have reached the point now where all they need is an ending (we’ll gloss over the fact that one of them has been in that state for well over a year now). This year, I will finish one of them.
2) Get my new career in motion. This is one for the latter half of the year really. I had a big rethink of my life at the end of last year – my health situation kind of demanded it. I realised that the last time I was properly happy in a job that wasn’t killing me was back on my year abroad in France, when I was teaching primary school children. I know it’s a big step and it’s going to be difficult, but I’m biting the bullet. In the autumn round of UCAS applications, I’m going back into the system and I’m applying for PGCE courses.
3) Keep on top of the housework. Because seriously, have you seen my house?!
4) Blog more. I love blogging, I always have. I’ve just bought myself a sexy new camera so I can take decent pictures for a change, and I’m bubbling with ideas and rants and rambles. I’ve got to get them out somewhere or my husband might surgically attach himself to his headphones to drown me out.
It’s not an extensive list of goals, but I think it’ll do me for the year. And if anything else comes along, I’ll take it in my stride. I’ve had to in 2014, and I will do in 2015.
Happy new year!