Calm Blue Ocean?! That Just Makes Things Worse!!

Up until about three minutes ago (from the time I started writing this) I was nervous. So very, very nervous. Now, however, I am completely over the moon. Although I cannot make any official statements right now, I can give you a horrifically cryptic blog post in order to cause speculation - or perhaps just annoyance.

At midday today I had a meeting with various people from the university's division of information technology to discuss my future at the uni. It wasn't anything like "Oh, you're a horrible employee and you are fired RAWR!", but something more along the lines of deciding the capacity in which I would be employed, and the permanency therein.

Now, in my mind at least, any discussion with anybody at anytime that has anything to do with my future employment makes me quite nervous. As you may know from previous blog posts, I handle neither the thought of unemployment, nor the thought of being impoverished well at all - and so about fifteen minutes before this meeting started I was almost eating my own face with terror.

As the minutes ticked on I looked for someone to talk to about my current stress levels, and the fact that they were rising in a manner which mocked the mass of an object as it approaches light speed. I looked on MSN and tried to talk to Spud, but he must be out helping Lydia at the moment because I received no response from him. So I then talked to Cheva (who refuses to read any blog, so I could say whatever I want about him here and he wouldn't care...) who told me that he loves that, and that I'll be fine - his words helped a little, but not as much as I would have hoped...

For anybody who doesn't know me, I am, a great portion of the time, a great ball of nerves and neuroses. There are lots of things that make me worried or anxious (and I am, theoretically working with someone to overcome this...) such as being touched on my belly, and the ocean (hence today's blog post name) - and the thought of not having enough money to provide for myself and the ones I care about deeply is right up there.

As it turns out, however, I could not have been more wrong in my fears, as the second the call started I was rewarded with some brilliant, wonderful news. As it turns out I will not face next year with uncertainty or doubt about my future. No. I will instead face it with the prospect of a year-long contract, a pay rise, and over-all wonderfulness and joy...

I worry for nothing.

The moral of this story is BREAKING NEWS - It can now be revealed that I have been offered (and have accepted) a position at Charles Sturt University as their newest programmer! I'll be on a level 5, first step salary and I'll be entitled to leave and sick days and...just...everything wonderful! It also means that I'll be working regular hours (9 - 5 I am lead to believe) and it's a 12 month contract with a really high likelihood of being renewed at the end of that time. I can only sum up my feelings as: YEE!!