Excitement is unbearable!

I still have four weeks and two days until I leave my current job. It’s going so slowly it’s virtually painful! 

My new manager sent me a picture message yesterday. I was walking home when I got it and grinned the whole rest of the way skipping songs on Spotify that weren’t stupid cheery indie anthems that reflected my mood. He messaged to say he’d bought me a notebook for when I start and showed me. It’s got a picture of Paris on the front- where I was when I first found out about the job. It’s a little thing but it’s really thoughtful.

I have a countdown at work, 21.5 working days until I go home to get my car and drive to Cardiff for the conference. I’m going to write a post either later or tomorrow about the conference and what I’m looking forward to. I’ll write after to let you all know what it was like too! I’ve had a look over the topics for the different talks and there’s one in particular that I saw previously before I knew I was going. It’s title made me scream at my boyfriend “These are my people!” but more on that in a later post…

Been wondering if I should sign these off somehow, and trying to figure out how to put photos in posts if that’s possible. I’ll figure out both of those soon, promise!

Edit- figured out the photo thing! Here you go! 

MG x

Barts Pathology Open Day

As you can probably tell, I got the mortuary assistant job. I can’t even put into words how happy that made me! 

However, I don’t want to dwell on that. Not because it’s not amazing, but because it was obvious from the fact I’d started this blog and it’s not as interesting as the things that have happened otherwise.

Tuesday 22nd August, St. Bart’s Pathology Museum hosted their second open day. The technical curator, Carla Valentine, is a new found idol of mine since my friend from my administration job introduced me to her on Instagram! She is an awesome human being and as much as I wanted to have a nose around the museum I also jumped at the chance to meet her. For more info see here!

So my friend and I go along after doing a half day (possibly the longest half day ever!) and take our copies of the book Carla wrote in the slim chance she might sign them for us. Yep, we are those kind of fan girls. Although, when we got there Carla was on the door taking names and I suddenly knew my anxiety was going to prevent me saying anything coherent to her.

The next hour we looked at the different pots on show and talked about all the different things we could see. It was fascinating, utterly fascinating and an hour was not enough. No way near enough! We weren’t even a third of the way round when they said we had twenty minutes left. So we rushed round trying to see all the items even if incredibly quickly.

When we got to the end, there was Carla at the check in desk. I totally wimped out, when my friend just decided to go and ask her. Such bravery I can’t even imagine having!! I managed to go over too, and eventually after finding my voice explain that I was going to start a mortuary job soon and that she was a huge inspiration after reading her book.

She smiled and wished me luck, asked me my name and signed my book. She then recommended we both visit the Gordon Museum and said we should go to other events at Barts. I walked away with the biggest grin on my face and spring in my step.

As a cherry on top of the cake that was that day, I got home to a certificate that I was now an associate member of the AAPT (http://www.aaptuk.org) thanks to my new manager at the mortuary. That, and news that I had got a self funded day ticket to the upcoming conference. That was a most excellent day all round.



I’m a believer that opportunities are as much luck as hard work. You can work damn hard and be eternally unlucky, so why can’t you work hard but also catch a really lucky break? 

I’m fairly sure that’s what happened to me. I started work in London, kept my ear to the ground and was honest enough with my new colleagues about exactly why I was there.

At the same time I found out about a talk by the curator of The Gordon Museum on the wax models of Joseph Towne (See here for more info!) at the Florence Nightingale Museum and knew that I had to go. I bought a ticket and tried to hush the anxiety building in my chest about going to an event alone.

You see, I have always and will always suffer from not quite crippling social anxiety. I will never let it stop me doing anything, but it does mean I have a tendency to worry myself into a big ball of stress with stomach problems before anything. I’ve come to almost accept this is part of my preparation process but that doesn’t mean others don’t find it very strange!

However, at some after work drinks I’d worked myself into a state over, I was talking to a colleague who said she would love to come too. I encouraged her to buy a ticket there and then and the date was set. This was awesome, I got to hang out with my new colleague and friend while easing my anxiety about it.

Then I had some fantastic news while on holiday for my 30th birthday at Disneyland. Yes, I went to Disney for my 30th. The mortuary manager text to let me know that there was a job coming up at the local hospital. It wasn’t a trainee post but it was a mortuary assistant role and it would be another fabulous step towards my dream.

I came home, applied as soon as the job opened and waited to hear. This time I hadn’t got my hopes set on anything, well I told myself that. Then some amazing things happened very quickly. I visited the mortuary at the hospital where I worked and made some great acquaintances, I got an interview for the job at the local hospital and I went to the talk.

If anything, I can only say that when opportunities come your way just take them. I didn’t know that any of this would have happened but I grasped each chance and although nothing was concrete it led to experiences that altogether the led to a great thing.

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