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2013 is the first year since 1987 to have four different digits.
The above fact is there in case you don’t like retrospective posts, so that there’s still something to keep you entertained. =)
I did a lot of things in 2012.
In January, I went back to work in Dunnes, not in the same department as before, but I stayed there for three months, and enjoyed it immensely, even though I hate retail. Having a job has always been an important part of who I am, especially in Dunnes. I also laughed at Alex, Sinéad and a variety of other friends who had to sit exams, whereas I had done mine in December of 2011.
In February, I started the second half of my masters, which meant that I was back in college in Maynooth, but only two days a week.
In March, my sister came home and announced she’s marrying her boyfriend next year. So that’s cool.
In May, I sat my masters exams. They were no joke, I’m telling you!
In June, my sisters and I went to see the Olympic torch in St Stephen’s Green, which was a once in a lifetime experience. Sinéad, on the other hand, tried to faint. She knows how to make the most of an afternoon. I also spent the majority of June in the Postgrad common room working on my thesis.
July was much the same, as I continued to work on my thesis, which was finished and handed in on the 27th July. It’s beautiful. I’m telling you. So beautiful. It’s purple, too. Other things happened in July, less interesting and far less happy things. While finishing my thesis was tough, the satisfaction of handing it in and finishing my masters was enormous. On the other hand, Alex moved away and if you know me, you’ll know how bad a month July was for me.
In August, I started an internship in Round Hall, a publishing house in Dublin. It was probably the best thing I’ve done all year – it gave me an idea of what I actually want to do in the future. Now I know that I want to work in publishing, which makes things a lot easier than this time last year, where I was thinking I wanted to be a solicitor, and sat FE1s, but failed them.
In September, my exam results came out, and after some arguments with my head of department, I was eventually awarded a first class honours masters in International Business Law. Alex also graduated in September, so I was incredibly proud of him.
As all my friends went back to college in September, I began to get a little bit jealous, having realised that finishing my masters meant I wasn’t going back to college.
In October, I started playing with the chamber group of the Liffey Valley Orchestra. Alex turned 25, and entirely refuses to acknowledge it. He tried to convince my 3 year old cousin that he was 19 this week. I also went to a conference held by the Society of Publishers in Ireland, where I was told about a Studentship for a PhD. I resolved to apply for it.
At the very end of the month, I graduated from Maynooth for the second time.
In November, Alex and I attended an awards ceremony where he was presented with a medal for coming top of his class this year (the third year in a row). I was proud of him them, and I still am now.
(I look incredibly small in this photo. I swear I’m actually taller than that.)
I also went to see Muse in concert with my sisters. They were fabulous, as always.
November was also the deadline for the application of the aforementioned PhD. On the day it was due, I was still missing a reference, which caused much panic, but I got in in eventually. Lastly in November, I was invited to interview for that PhD. I went to London for the weekend and visited my brother and sister-in-law for the weekend, and panicked wildly about succeeding in interview, but apparently I didn’t do too badly.
This month, December, I was offered the PhD. I accepted, and will be moving to London in five days. I also passed my driving test. I played approximately a billion Christmas concerts. I dropped my clarinet, which was quite upsetting, and I have yet to get it fixed. Christmas was quiet and relaxed and now, at the end of the year, I’m chilling out and watching TV with Alex, and planning on spending a quiet New Year’s Eve, making the most of the time I have with him before I move away.
I really enjoyed this year, although there were some terribly low points. I wasn’t best pleased that Alex moved to Limerick, so I retaliated by moving to London.
No, I kid. Living away from him isn’t ideal, but I’m beyond excited at the idea of starting this PhD. I’m thrilled that I’ve achieved so much this year, and I’m hoping 2013 will be just as successful as 2012 was.
If you’re reading this, I wish you a Happy New Year and I hope that 2013 bring everything you wish for.
September 10th is World Suicide Prevention Day.
I know it seems trite, if you’re struggling, to hear platitudes like ‘Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem’ and ‘talking is a sign of strength, not weakness’.
I’ve been there. I’ve hated the people spouting those phrases. I’ve contemplated, but never attempted, that final act.
But these phrases are true. Suicide is permanent, irreversible and irrevocably damaging.
Three thousand people die by suicide every day.
For every one completed suicide, there may be 20 or more attempts. Do you know how often that is?
That’s forty attempts per minute and a death every half a minute.
84% of suicides in Ireland two years ago were males.
Talk to someone about it.
Talk to anyone about it. Talk to your dog, to your cat, to a counsellor, to a friend, a professional, a fish, anybody.
Don’t keep it bottled up inside. There’s always help out there, you are never alone.
No man is an island, and there is never a reason to let go of something so precious.
Feeling suicidal is not your fault.
Looking for help is not weakness.
Talking is so, so important.
If you are feeling suicidal, depressed, or down, or just want to talk, please reach out. Talk to a friend, a family member, a counsellor, a doctor, a professional. Talk to someone.
Samaritans: http://samaritans.org, email@example.com
Dublin Samaritans: http://dublinsamaritans.ie, 01 872 7700
Pieta House: http://pieta.ie, firstname.lastname@example.org, 01 601 0000
Please Talk: http://pleasetalk.ie
Reach Out: http://ie.reachout.com