Honestly though, it isn't what I was expecting at all.
Basically I applied for the job on a Sunday, they called me at 10:00am on Monday wanting to interview me that afternoon! They essentially hired me on the spot. I was a bit overwhelmed. Not to mention they wanted me to start the next morning.
So, I did. My first day on the job, it was crazy how familiar yet not everything was. People give phone numbers over the phone differently. Treble 3 or double 8 anyone? All the different accents. Phones that feel familiar but don't work the same. They wanted me to print everything, which is so very hard for me. I just don't EVER print. (my printing looks like a 7 year olds...cause that's the year I learned how to write cursive)
By the end of the day, I just wanted to go home and cry. I thought I was okay, I thought that I was nice and settled into my life here. I realized that I had my little cocoon of just me and my hubby and all the places I was comfortable going. But I was not really assimilated in normal UK life.
My second morning getting ready for work, I was crying and dreading going in... It didn't help that our puppy was also upset because it was only the second day he was going to spend most of the day alone. I sat on the stairs and cried while he whined sitting next to me. I turned to him and said, "Toto, we aren't in Kansas anymore." And then I got more upset, because he's from OZ! (aka the UK). I can look back on it and laugh today, but three weeks ago I was just feeling such culture shock. I can't even tell you.
I'm okay now. I'm a lot more comfortable, getting more settled into my job and able to chat more with my co-workers. I don't think this will be a job I'm going to stick with for too very long, but it'll pay the bills for now.