Out Of My Tree

I got the job. The one I wanted, and interviewed for and got help for and felt good about and all being good with my references returning quickly I get to start next week… and then paradise is mine.

Real money

Real responsibility

Real chance of getting my life back together.

It’s all so very real.

Is this why I am shaking so much? Is it all too real?

I got the job. The one I wanted, and interviewed for and got help for and felt good about and all being good with my references returning quickly I get to start next week… and then paradise is mine.

Real money

Real responsibility

Real chance of getting my life back together.

It’s all so very real.

Is this why I am shaking so much? Is it all too real?

I got the job. The one I wanted, and interviewed for and got help for and felt good about and all being good with my references returning quickly I get to start next week… and then paradise is mine.

Real money

Real responsibility

Real chance of getting my life back together.

It’s all so very real.

Is this why I am shaking so much? Is it all too real?

I got the job. The one I wanted, and interviewed for and got help for and felt good about and all being good with my references returning quickly I get to start next week… and then paradise is mine.

Real money

Real responsibility

Real chance of getting my life back together.

It’s all so very real.

Is this why I am shaking so much? Is it all too real?

I went to another ex place of work today.  More recent by far this time though.  It was a place I loved working in and am still happy to call the people there my friends.  Through a series of events  I didn’t get into see them until I only had an hour left and it really didn’t feel like enough time.  I would have stayed there all day and pitched in with the work too!  It was odd but it really felt right being there.  It is such a shame that my being ill all the time stopped me working there.   I miss it almost too much!

I did some of my Christmas shopping today (yes, I am horribly behind!).  I have a quite large bruise gathering on the back of leg from where a kid sat in a buggy kicked me while I was standing in a mile long queue at Marks and Spencers.  Lovely Christmas spirit and no chance of me wearing sheer tights for a while… as if I would ever put people through the hell of seeing my legs!

Not sure if I have mentioned this before but I have started a new temp position.  It is only part time, which in every way (except finanacially) is perfect for me.  I start at 1 in the afternoon and finish 4 hours later. 

In that time I do a little typing, answer the phones and do a little light faxing. The filing is done by volunteers and there is plenty of tea and coffee to keep me awake.  Which is perfect.  It is in the middle of town which is wonderful for the shopping and coffee opportunities.

The Christmas lights in town are calming too.  Lots of blue twinkly affairs…

The thing that I find ridiculous is that I am only working for 4 hours a day (and it is in no way taxing) and I am unbelievably, ridiculously tired!  I go home, sleep, wake up, come to work and try try try to fit in all the scout/Christmas/life stuff in where I can.

Ugh, can it be 2009 already?

I went to work today baby!

Oh yes, there was me being gainfully employed.

I got the call at 8:15 this morning and I took that call in my pj’s with my eyes still closed, and my brain in Dreamland.  40 minutes later, suited and booted I showed up at the motorhome showroom all bright and shiny. 

I was on reception which was in a goldfish bowl and the only thing that was warm was my knees which were planted on the heater, as every time the door opened – arctic fricking blast!

I know nothing about motorhomes but, my God, the ones in the showroom – I want to live in them.   So very very nice!

I daydreamed about just bumming round in one for a few years – drifting from wi-fi connection to wi-fi connection, writing and being at one with myself. Good times.

Sigh.  One day.

Ah so the two least favourite words, when you are a temp, were uttered today – ‘Contract End’.  This brings me to my least favourite activity ‘Looking for a Job’ in the worst time of the year ‘Right before Christmas’ made doubly worse by the ‘Massive, Deep and Long Recession’ we are falling into.

Fun

But I refuse to get all upset about it!  It’s time to dust off the interview suit and get all peppy. For I am I am I am the best thing that has ever happened to your company.  Oh yes I am.  Come on, see the pep pouring out of me?

Silver lining girl – that’s me.  I’m all about the silver lining.  I, at least, now have the  time to concentrate on the writing and the endless catching up of the feedreading.

But let’s ignore all that for the time being and concentrate on this.

I am on holiday in 5 days… and I will have no readily available internet connection for 6 days.  Anyone available to take over this nightmare blog for a day?

So today I started, FINALLY, crawling out of my ‘tired lazy’ hole.  I started reading my feeds and loving them – every last one.  It was like reading my favourite book for the 900th time and discovering new pages had been written that only I could see.  It was like getting to watch The West Wing all shiny and new.  It was uplifting, invigorating and generally just cool as all hell.

And I’ve only got to the end of C. (you people in the top three letters rock so very very hard)  Which means I have the blogs in the other 23 letters to enjoy… Giddy? Me?  Oh hell yes.  I will never leave it this long again.

I have tomorrow and then the weekend to read more.

Work, I fear, is ending and the search for another position begins again.  Looking for work in the middle of a ‘economic downturn’ is a bloody nightmare and a lot scary.  This potentially means having to cut my break to Northumberland short which is a horrible shame…  But if the work is there that’s where I’ll be.

Yes, even if it is call centre work.  I can become a phone monkey again for a while.  I can afford to lose just a little but more of my soul.

Only a little bit mind.

Workin’ all day long (do do do do doo)
Came home on the bus
Too knackered to write well (do do do do dum)
Or anything at all

So in 7 hours (do do do do doo)
I go back to work
I can’t wait to sleep and (do do do do dum)
Forget I agreed to that

But at least in the morning (do do do do doo)
I’ll be earning money
But what I really want (do do do do dum)
I some bloody rest

I know that this song sucks (do do do do doo)
But I have nothing else
And now that I’ve posted it (do do do do dum)
I go to bed