This post has nothing to do with pregnancy, in case that thought crossed your mind. And thank goodness for that. Instead I’m celebrating a milestone of a different kind – 20 weeks in my now-not-so-new job.
Since October I’ve been juggling single motherhood with a job in the south whilst living in the north and commuting between the two.
It’s been a steep learning curve. Not the job so much. That’s been beyond awesome. The learning curve has been the art of getting organized, packing a suitcase and negotiating the London Underground in the rush hour, often with said suitcase.
I’ve learnt that apologising when you’ve run over someone’s feet with the wheel of your suitcase is a good thing. However, standing back and politely letting people get on to the carriage before you, is not. You’ll be left standing on the platform forever.
There are times when it really is every man (or woman) for himself (or herself). Travelling on the London Underground in the rush hour is, without doubt, one of those times.
I’m also starting to remember the difference between my Oyster card and my credit card. One lets you on to the Underground. Attempting to get through the gates with the other will result in much tutting and sighing on the part of your fellow passengers who find their journey coming to an unexpected halt.
Other things I’ve learnt:
- Travelling one mile in a taxi to avoid the tube will set you back an extortionate £10.
- If you forget to put the batteries in your alarm clock it will prove useless.
- If you ensure the batteries are fitted securely into your alarm clock, the alarm will go off at 7 o’clock in the evening while sitting in the quiet coach of a train.
- If you place the offending alarm clock in the very bottom of your locked suitcase, it will take a very long five minutes to retrieve and switch the alarm off.
- Under the above circumstances, follow passengers will behave in a slightly crazed manner.
- Never let your child listen to music on your iphone because when you arrive at work and accidentally knock your phone, the entire office will be subjected to Gangnam Style and eyebrows will be raised.
So it’s been an incredible 20 weeks complete with a number of carry-on comedy sketch moments and a lot of hard work. I’ve loved every minute of it*.
Roll on the next 20 weeks. Also, special thanks to my parents for their babysitting skills, without whom I’d be stuck, and also broke. And thanks for the regular taxi service Dad.
*Apart from the time in January when I tried to board a train with a ticket dated for February. That was, quite frankly, embarrassing.