So, I got a job..

Yesterday morning I was accepted into York St John University to do a degree in Film & Television Production..

Yesterday evening I landed my first “for reals” “come in the office and sit down and work” grown up web development job..

So, yeah.. I can’t do the degree now, but there’ll be time for that later down the line.. For now YAY JOB..

I lucked out really.. A few months ago they saw my portfolio and were impressed enough to invite me to an interview for a job I hadn’t even applied for.. I declined the offer at the time because I thought I had a job figured out, although that fell through, and by the time I went back to them I was too late..

Earlier this week they emailed me again, completely out of the blue.. This time they said they wanted to talk to me about a web development job over a pint..

I had the interview last night.. Well.. I say interview.. There were no other candidates, the job wasn’t even listed on their site, and most interviews don’t take place over six pints in one of your favorite pubs..

That aside, the biggest reason it couldn’t be called an interview is that they basically just told me when I’d be starting and what I’d be earning..

I start in October when their current guy leaves the company.. I can’t flippin’ wait :)

Anyway, that’s enough of this self-congratulatory shit.. Back to endlessly reblogging photos of staircases covered in books and that..