Thursday, July 26

Bouquets and brickbats


Finding out that Foucault and figures didn't fulfil me, I jacked in my psychology degree last year. Then came the court case and it was all I could do to keep my house in order, my children alive and my sanity intact. With that over and babygirl out of primary school I started to think about what to do with myself, more to the point, for myself.

The usual things sprang to mind; I could properly train in IT, get qualified and paid for all the things I currently do, self-taught and gratis for pc-phobic friends. Except my skill level appears to be bang in the middle of all available courses and I'd be either frustrated or overwhelmed. Go back to book-keeping? A trial balance is a trial balance even after all these years. Still soul numbingly dull too, I expect. I'd quite enjoyed being an area manager in distribution but when I remembered the amount of work there was to do at home as well as travelling and early starts I realised it wasn't exactly single parent friendly.

I thought back to when I left school. I wanted to train as a hairdresser. Work with people, be creative, see my own hands doing something that lifted someone else, that's what I wanted. As things turned out I was offered an accounts job via a teacher that bought into my intelligence rather than my personality and took it, needing the freedom from home that a wage packet represented.

Deciding to complete my youthful dream I looked into hairdressing courses and they seemed great except... well, to be honest, two teens and a tweenie of my own is quite enough for me and salon school is banged out with girls who have just left secondary. The thought of listening to teenage angst all day, let alone having to buy the drinks cos my college-mates were underage, was like dark roots to my baby-blonde fantasy.

Reading the local rag I came across an advert that made me do a little 'oh yes!' inside. Within two minutes I'd found the website and applied for an application form (damn red tape!). It arrived, having gone to the wrong house first, the morning of the college open evening so, looking as if I'd rushed straight from doing a million other things, I turned up. A long queue and a dozen or more forms later I talked to the tutor and fell even more in love with the whole idea.

She said 'you're going to be such fun to work with' (my heart smiles) then went on to tell me there was only three places left (heart sinks) oh, and a £200 registration fee payable on application (heart stops). She may as well have asked me for two million quid! I booked a formal interview anyway and rang sis to let her know I'd be needing a hair model after all and to arrange my shooting if I began to talk in txt spk about boybands and Hollyoaks.

'I'll give it to you', says sis.
'Oh, babe! Really? Thankyouthankyouthankyou! I'll pay you back as soon as...'
'I said give, you daft prat. After all you've done for me this is...'
'But, but, have you got it? I mean, what ab...'
'Angie! Just shut up for once and take it!'
'... *gulp*'

I went to the interview clutching a lovely reference from my sensei and a cheque from sis. Even as I aced the literacy and numeracy tests I couldn't shake the feeling that it was all for nothing and the places would be taken by people that had had instant access to a couple of ton at the time. Going through the detailed course content and last years portfolios with the tutor I almost asked her if I was wasting my time but didn't want to spoil the nice chat we were having. We got to the bit where she asks if I have any questions.

'Er, only one. Be honest, do I actually have any chance of getting a place or are they gone already? I really don't want to be waiting for a letter, I'd rather just hear it now and chalk this up as interview experience'

She laughed, 'Angela, I'd already decided last week you're definitely on the course. To be truthful, even if you'd not been able to spell your name I'd have sorted something out!'

My relief and joy decided to express itself in the form of saturday night tv shows. I told the tutor she reminded me of Simon Cowell then rang sis and blurted out,

'Tonight, Matthew, I'm going to be... a trainee florist!'



On a not so happy note, it looks like every bugger in bloody Belgium is voting against me in the Big Blogger poll this week. I haven't even posted my latest task so it's not that that's upset someone!

Perhaps it was the sexual embarrasment I blogged last week. Yep, the ex involved has obviously recognised himself and taken his revenge. Oh well, I know no-one remembers the one that came fourth in anything but at least I got through to the final week.

*sob*

14 comments:

bedshaped said...

Aah, brilliant news!
I mean about the course, not BB.
Yes, excellent news. Congrats!

Joanna Cake said...

Well Im confused. Ive voted for you but Im not sure if Ive voted to evict or to keep you... Im sorry, Im sort of blonde! And I await my posy in the post x

Vi said...

A florist!!!!!!

I'm glad you found something you feel is for you and YAY sis!!!

Oh and Cake, you are the reason Angie got voted OUT then!! It was to evict you numpty! (I voted for tippler everyday to try and get you saved baby!)

Anonymous said...

Well done on the course. It sounds like something you will enjoy. Way to go. :)

Angela-la-la said...

Thank you, everyone. I'm still smiling now at the thought of the tutor's face when she realised I hadn't a clue whether I was in or not. Shove up, Jane Packer, there's a new florist in town!

Cakeytits, you're so getting an extra palm heel from me on sunday - it was vote to evict this week! ;-)

Tippler said...

Hi Angela. Regarding BB. Having been in a couple of nailbiters myself I've noticed that once it's become clear that it's a two- or three-horse race, people forget about the others.

Which explains why the votes were so madly split in previous run-offs - you get one or two with virtually no votes at all and it stays that way because people realise it's pointless.

But when it's a straight fight people seem to get mobilised. That week when weere allowed to pimp got quite a few people interested and they've been voting for me ever since.

However, Bob upt-pimped the lot of us - so there's your winner, methinks.

Joanna Cake said...

LMAO... Oh bugger! I guess that means Im running to class as well on Sunday then! *Grovels pathetically to Ange*

I expect Im also not going to get the answer to this very important question... How do you do that thing where it highlights the name Big Blogger and if you press on it, it links you to them? Yours, thickly, HMC x

Midnight said...

Will you do my wreath if I need one? Not in West Ham colours though it has to be Old Gold 'N' Black! ;)

That's forces humour by the way, I'm not being morbid.

Ordinary Girl said...

Oh I can just see you as a florist FB! (Which is a little weird seeing as I've never met you in real life!! Ah well, the beauty of blogging!) Good luck with that, though sure you won't need it.

And bummer about BB. They have no taste these voters. Obviously!!

Joanna Cake said...

What do you mean? Ive got loads of taste but the question was very badly worded and I thought Id add my vote to the hundreds of others who think Ange is the dog's bollox so to speak... lmao

PS, As discussed, I see no ads

Ariel said...

Hurray! I just hope you haven't got hayfever...

Anonymous said...

A karate florist? Is that allowed?
Well done on discovering your 'Oh YES!'

Miss Tickle said...

Oh Angie that is lovely! I have always wanted to be a florist and open a little shop that sells flowers and also tea and cake so you can sit and have tea and cake while surrounded by flowers. You can have that idea if you want. Maybe we can open a franchise. A small one. I'll shut up now.

Really pleased for you darling. xx

Mungo said...

Congrats Angela!
I'm sure you'll be a fab florist!

Love M