New Girl

So, I started a new job last week and I am absolutely loving it. I was looking for a part-time job and as luck would have it, my local Optician's had a note in the window advertising the perfect role. I have known the owner for over a decade and love popping in to try on glasses, pick up my daughter's contact lenses or have an eye test because everyone is so friendly in there and there is even a pet dog. Now I am a proud member of the team.

It all happened so fast. One minute, I was collecting said contact lenses, talking about the advert in the window and before I knew it, I was in the dark room having an impromptu interview in my old gardening clothes. I hasten to add that since I have officially started, I have been dressed accordingly and even invested in some ladylike shoes. It feels weird to be the new girl aged 48 and a half but there you go.

I love my family but I have relished leaving the chaos of barking dogs, piled up washing and teenagers wanting lifts to places and entering the sweet sanity of a well-ordered Optician's. I have been frantically scribbling down all the procedures in my notebook and even typed them up at the weekend as a sort of homework so I remember what I'm supposed to be doing. The patients are being very patient with me.