working and working and working some more..

So, I'm here to report that I have a job… Two, actually. It seems the abundant prayers have been answered, abundantly.

I have half way reported about working at Costa Coffee as a barista, but my other job is at the Liffey Valley/Leixlip Hotel. Here's some of the context of how it came about - –

So, I had just started working at Costa Coffee. It had been the first week, or so, and I was at the Covell's house, hanging out with Stacey. I was telling her some of the hard things about working at Costa coffee - how uncomfortable it was for me, and how I had trouble reading and understanding my supervisor, and felt like they were mad at me a lot, just in their demeanor and lack of encouragement. 

Then as I was talking, I got a call from an unfamiliar number. I answered it, and it was Christian from the Leixlip House Hotel (which is the Hotel just down the street from where i live) He was asking about a job interview. I was terribly tongue tied and not sure what to say, since I had gotten a job already, I lamely explained that I had gotten work, and was sorry, awkwardness, etc.

Then hanging up I looked at Stacey in a confused but excited way, explaining what she couldn't hear on the other side of the phone. And then I was like, "why did I just say no?" Then thinking about it - "could I do two jobs? could it work? I should at least try!" we concluded. "now what do I do? do I call back? What do I say??" 

So she calmly and smilefully coached me, "call back and explain what happened and even make a joke of it if you can." so I did that, and it worked beautifully and he didn't seem to mind at all, and I had an interview that evening at 5:30. So, it seemed perfect. The interview seemed to go really well, and he said he'd let me know on Monday, a week from then.

Leixlip house is in connection with another hotel called the Liffey Valley House which only does weddings, and a few days later, Leslie the manager of LV House called me up to set up an interview. I went just before work at Costa, and was slightly more nervous to talk to her, because she seemed very busy and abrupt. I was tongue tied and un-suave, words gushing out of my mouth, and not really explaining my work experiences very confidently. 

At one point (and this is particularly embarrassing, brace yourself) Leslie even managed to say to me, "I probably shouldn't tell you this, but for future interviews you go to, you need to see yourself more; I had to practically pry certain information out of you, you know?" oh dear. She ended by basically saying, "you seem like a delightful girl, and you tick a few of my requirements, but I'm just not sure if you can go in and start without any training, and I need someone who can start as soon as this weekend. I have 3 more interviews today, and I'll make my decision by this evening, so if you don't get a call from me this evening, know that you didn't get it."

I did not get a call that evening.

In the midst of all of this, my dear friend Patti was here for 2 weeks visiting me and enjoying Irish life. I have to admit that hosting for the first time was an adjustment along with learning a new job and figuring out how to live here still. Patti was very gracious, but I still wished I was able to do everything as I would have done it in Seattle.

I’m remembering that I’m not that great at dealing with planning traveling details. Only having a pocket of 2-3 days in my eclectic work schedule, we knew we had to plan something quick.

Somehow the Internet ate up all our plans (It wouldn’t process our information to sign up for trains, buses, or hostels..!), and we ended up just going to sleep, feeling exhausted, with the plan of getting up early and just going into town and buying a ticket there at the station.

So, we went. My friend Amy Garden was going to come with us, and with the help of friendly Gillian our USIT miracle worker, Amy was able to figure out how to rent a car (even though most places only allow 23+ year olds rent, and most cars are manual not automatic) so, then off we went on a bus to the air port to pick up our shiny car (whom I named Gwendolyn).

Amy drove the first leg of the journey, because she was more used to driving on the left side of the road. I only feared my life a few times.

The destination: Killarney in County Kerry and the Ring of Kerry, tourist destination extraordinaire.

We were all Very excited to get out of the city. Our first stop was at Wicklow, which had a gorgeous view of the east coast of Ireland!

Along the way, I got a job interview at Next, a clothing store, which was quite exciting. But Then the next morning, I got a call from the Liffey Valley House offering me a job to come in that Friday (the day we were to return) to work at 5:30. I was stunned and a little nervous. But this was the answer to prayer I was hoping for, ya know. (I ended up not going to the Next interview, because it was at the same time my job started!)

So, that Thursday (Thanksgiving day) we gave thanks for the glorious Ireland sights. The Ring of Kerry was so spectacular. Seeing fields of green (this was a couple days before it started snowing like mad on Saturday.) and Sheep! And then we saw the coast, and I was so happy to see water. =) I got to drive on the left side of the road, which was also thrilling, and it was so nice to have a car and be able to stop whenever and wherever we wanted.

That night, we made some soup and ate biscuits and drank hot chocolate, and it was a marvelous end to a glorious day.

The next day, we drove back – a short but unforgettable visit. It took about 4.5 hours to drive back, and I was feeling a little nervous to be starting a new job that evening.

White button up shirt. Black knee length skirt, “sun-kissed” nylons, and black flat shoes. Hair pulled back in a ponytail. I was ready.

Working at the hotel that evening, I had so much fun! That night I shadowed another girl, and everyone was friendly and gracious about showing me where things were and what to do. They were So Nice! I could hardly believe it. And the hotel itself was gorgeous, all decked out for the wedding banquet. And it was fun to see all the families and people so cheerful and well dressed and happy to celebrate.

PLUS, they gave us a break while the group was toasting, and we got to eat dinner, and eating is always good, especially getting to know new people.

Someone gave me a ride home that evening, and I was probably glowing with thankfulness at their kindness and how well I liked it.

The next morning, I had to get up for the breakfast shift, having to be there at 7am, which was pretty brutal considering I had worked the night before until 11 or so. I was also particularly stressed because I had to work from 7am-12pm at the hotel and then work 1-5pm at Costa coffee, which was just hard, going from one to the other with only the stressful bus as a break.

That was the morning it had begun to snow as well. And working at Costa Coffee was increasingly more stressful, because they were beginning to train me on the coffee machines, and mistakes are more crucial and more frequent while making coffee. There is so much to remember!

I have had a really hard time working at Costa (which is why in comparison, the hotel job has been so dreamy). But at Costa, my supervisors are all very hard to understand (they mostly speak with heavy Polish accents) and are very stern in their manner. I am usually very tense when I work there, because I am so afraid of making mistakes and having them correct me or be discouraging. I feel very bothersome having to ask all the time, “could you repeat that?,” or “what did you say?” but if I didn’t, I’m not sure what they’re saying when they train me or what task they want me to be doing. I have put a lot of my stress of being in a new place into my feelings for this job, but I think it has been difficult besides all of that. 

There's so much more I have to say on the subject, but I should leave it at that for now.