Well, where do I start, I think all this began a week ago today, when I was on an all time high after my AWESOME 5 day party weekend - I wont go into that now.. but I was still, as ever, in the midst of being generally confused about life and not sure what to do next. Whilst waiting to hear from Disney, PGL and many other random jobs (including a House of Commons application, wtf?) I got a text.. Yes, a text. With a kind of job offer from PGL which didn't really make sense. It was the phonecall the following morning that really forced me to make a decision. It was take a job on the Isle of Wight and start tomorrow or never? That meant dropping everything here in the fabulous Leeds, including so many plans, a job, dancing, pantomime.. All for 10 weeks of work at the other end of the country. It all sounds a bit sudden, and most people would have turned it down but me and my irrational mind decided it was a fab idea. So a many phone calls and texts later - especially the one with work (Thanks to two people, you know who you are if you're reading this who are STARS) and I was ready to leave. Actually, thats a lie, I had some crazy packing to do, not to mention buy all the "outdoor" clothes I needed to run out and buy, £300 later I was almost prepared.
Im gonna skip to Sunday, Day 2 in the training mansion, somewhere near Wales/Shrewsbury, I'm not quite sure but it was the most rural i've ever been. (seriously, it was 40 minute drive to the nearest shop) It was this day that a few people starting being sick and 12 hours of a hell of a lot of contact games and "team building" with 40 people on our course- we knew it wasn't looking good. Each night we had more people being taken under by this "Norovirus" and taken to quarantine by men dressed in black coming to collect them at night (It was even more terrifying than it sounds). On Wednesday morning I woke to find that over 30 people had been taken in total by this bug, and only a few of us "survivors" remained, having to walk around in masks and people in white suits cleaning everything including tree's, I was outta there.
I wasn't lying.
So here I am now, stuck in my bedroom in Leeds, again. Even though i'm a "survivor" I am still in quarantine for 48hours as I could be a carrier. But I can be released tomorrow, YAY. I am due to enter the Noro-mansion again for the second half of the training course on Wednesday, and then heading to the Isle of Wight a few days after. Although I have a job interview in London next week, so not sure whether to go to that. Wow, thats the first time Ive mentioned London in this whole blog, I was doing so well.
Anyway, one of the perks is that I'm getting paid for moping around at home and they're paying me to drive back down there, so no need for me to complain that much. But I'm still gonna, cause this is all shit.
Im gonna stop moaning now, cause i'm boring myself here.
So long guys, hopefully I'll still be alive this time next week after entering that place again, this week it was, 38 Norovirus, 1 fractured ankle and 1 in hospital after a fit. So whats gonna occur next time?
It's all fun though.. they say.
Love and Peace.
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