The fear

I think it's safe to say that I'm terrified about having to deal with my lack of visa and its influence on my future employment. It seems most likely that I will not be getting the required go ahead from the University in time for starting work a week from tomorrow, meaning I have to go to plan B. Plan B involves me writing a very nice and carefully worded letter to the people who will still hopefully be willing to employ me, telling them that while I don't have my nice 12 month visa quite yet, I can work if they give me a 4 month contract and can then get the 12 month contract in January. All this meaning that instead of getting me for only 12 months without having to pay for my visa, they will get me for 16. Or they will laugh at me and tell me that as the visa is part of the requirements for employment I can go take a long walk down a short pier. Whilst perhaps I should have writtent this email on Friday after regaining internet, I was too scared to do so. So tomorrow I will write the email and then go crawl into a hole and rock back and forth in the fetal position.

Email aside, I have somehow managed to book numerous activities for the week. I have two plays, a dinner in Maidenhead, and am meeting a fellow American in town to boot. This is slightly bizarre as I never had anything to do in Southampton. Oh, and I will be spending my days frantically finishing dissertation, of course.

In other work preparation news, I went shopping today and bought a pair of 'trousers' from Zara. Now I have 3 pairs of 'trousers' (but the other two pairs go with suits and might seem odd on their own as they have a bit of an odd flow) and plenty of skirts. I also bought nylons. As I had none yet all the skirts. I hate nylons. I also got a pair of opaque tights. It's a bit of a different flow for myself, but they certainly seem to be the local fashion so I figured I would take the risk. Working up the nerve to wear them is a totally different story.