Completely out of the blue last week, work emailed me and told me they were making my temporary fixed term contract, permanent!
I had no idea this was going to happen. I was only having a conversation a few days prior with one of the other temps about whether or not the company would be likely to extend our contracts and he seemed to think it was likely.
I applied for the job initially as I figured it’d give me some great HR experience and obviously because the money was better. I also HAD to leave the care home for my mental health. The anxiety alone was hard to deal with and I was almost certain I was hurtling towards a breakdown. The job was 6 months fixed term and I liked the thought of not having to stay if it wasn’t for me. Obviously I still have that option! Now, I get to stress a whole lot less about having to find something over Christmas time when my fixed term period would have been coming to an end.
It also means that I can continue to squirrel my money away as much as possible and hopefully get myself on that property ladder for mid next year! Royal Bank of little sister (the pregnant one that has her shit together) has already said she’s happy to lend me some for my deposit, which would be a massive help. She’s offered a substantial amount, but I only want to borrow half and save the other half myself. If I continue with my antisocial ways, fingers crossed I’d have saved what I need to by February /March 2021. Sooooo property prices – please hold up on the inflation! I’m coming for you!
NwandoA 