Today I had to phone a Doctor’s Practice in Plumbridge, County Tyrone – other side of the Sperrins, and I wanted to spell my address using the phonetic alphabet to act as an icebreaker in case the receptionist didn’t get my accent. However, she asked me to keep repeating it. That triggered my anxiety and I was getting restless; bearing in mind that first impressions count. In the end they said they will post the form on Monday. (probably second class) But I feel that I made a boo-boo of it.
After paying the landline bill, basically line rental plus VAT, and the cost of getting my car through the MOT I felt a huge sense of ‘poor me’ syndrome. I also have to spend a small fortune on the MacBook repair from the Apple Store at Victoria Square following the damage I caused to the keys with my lightning-fast typing. (note to self to do Admin stuff on Ubuntu and use the MacBook Pro for graphic design only) I feel that, as a bloke applying for jobs associated with women, no one is there to answer my cause.
Today I wrote three letters; one to my ex-Careers Teacher, one to God and a final one to me as if God’s writing back. The message I get from this is to promote my blog in the local papers. From little acorns do mighty oaks grow. 🙂
I have now committed to spend less time on the computer as I feel that I need better things to occupy my time. Now I’m in Cookstown Library, so perhaps I’ll borrow a book that tickles my fancy. (I’m not a great reader due to my impatience)
Today my car gets the MOT test, annual examination for cars aged four years or more, and I was able to get both a car wash and an MOT wash first thing this morning at a car wash place at the A29 outside Cookstown. Then I got a shave at the Turkish barber and spent a while at a café for a social club I used to be an admin at for a chat and a bite to eat.
Also, yesterday I did up another improved resumé using Scribus as my MacBook Pro has to be fixed due to broken keys; I type too frantically. 🙂 Thank God I now have a laptop with Ubuntu on it. Also glad that I know the command to install Open Source applications on Linux. 🙂
I checked a magic 8-ball website and it said my car won’t pass the MOT today, but it has been wrong before. So, here’s hoping. 😉
I realised that one haiku I had written about my train delay from Glasgow to London had one syllable too many on the first line;
I have since corrected it, it should read;
Train stopped for so long!
Inspecting a broken line!
Over two hours!
Must proofread better. 🙂 I did work in Software Testing, after all. :S
Broken Line – Glasgow to London: (about the broken line inspection in Scotland when I went to London)
X4 not on strike: (about my experience getting a bus from Cookstown to Dublin and back)
I’m trying to avoid saying Easter as the word itself has Pagan connotations. :p
On Good Friday I will be heading to Belfast to drop off my MacBook Pro at the Apple Store in Victoria Square to fix some broken keys on the computer; a lifetime of typing frantically. (Asperger’s trait) Also I am planning on getting an iPad thanks to a guy offering his on Gumtree. Then I should be back for Stations of the Cross Mass at 3 pm.
Now I feel that things are moving in the right direction, but last Saturday I was hit with a proverbial 2 by 4 when I had to get another form filled for the renewal of my driving licence. The medical red tape is driving me insane. But, God willing, the Doctor will have completed the form today, the Doctor’s surgery closes at 1 pm on Wednesdays, and hopefully I’ll drive to the DVA office in Coleraine first thing tomorrow to get that sorted once and for all.
Yesterday I filled an application form for an office job yesterday, at a livestock feed mill close to where I live, and sent it straight to their office. I love to use initiative and cut out the middleman at times. 🙂
My aunt-in-law will be coming soon to talk about payment for the new door in our garage; though it’s actually for domestic nik-nack as my car is parked outside. 🙂
All in all, another day another dollar. Or, in our case, pound. :p
Yesterday I got a bus from Cookstown to Dublin to head to Killiney for a walk organised by a Meetup group; see previous blog post of my experience in Haiku form. And, having experienced Dublin yesterday, our problems here in Northern Ireland are a drop in the Ocean compared to what’s going on down South.
First of all, there is an ongoing industrial dispute between the Government and Public Transport workers. The DART drivers were on strike on Friday, but at least they were in operation yesterday, so I could get to Killiney without needing a taxi. Though Dublin Bus services were also in operation. The Unions are holding the city to ransom. The money is no longer there to satisfy every whim in the land. There isn’t much reported on how Unions in America bankrupted Detroit. 🙂
Resentment aside, I was at Killiney DART station and there is a Café there run by a Dutch woman who is extremely friendly and well known. I had a cup of tea there and it was an experience witnessing the abundance in the area.
Then came the walk. It was meant to be for two and a half hours, but I only lasted half an hour. I’m THAT unfit. Plus I paid the price for being dehydrated yesterday this morning with the runs. (too much information) We passed through Bono’s house; how fitting since I had bordering vertigo looking down at the scenery from the station. My brother has worse vertigo than me, though. But he now works for M&S. :p
I did manage to walk to Dalkey to get the DART back to Connolly Station and I noticed the flags and bunting for Cuala, the club that won the All-Ireland Club Hurling title on St. Patrick’s Day. They beat Slaughtniel in the semi the afternoon I had planned to go to Belfast for a Meetup. It was good to know things I should have known much earlier.
Then when I got the bus back to Cookstown there was a huge backlog due the the numbers looking a bus from Dublin Airport. One guy wanted to pay for a ticket to Armagh by card, only to be told ‘cash only’. But there was one guy at the Airport who wanted to head to Castleblaney, County Monaghan, to go fishing. His day was ruined. Puts things into perspective for me.
Now I feel that I have to cut back on the excursions and focus on finding work. I’m spreading myself too thin now. 😐
Bus Éireann dispute!
Closed Busaras on Sunday!
Goldliners still on!
Multipack of crisps!
Bought in a Dungannon shop!
Some for homeless guy!
DART to Killiney!
Forgot my cappuccino!
A bit throughother!
Beautiful beach and seaside!
Don’t get light headed!
Café run by a Dutch Blade!
Pretty well known there!
Gypsy bloke outside!
Threw down his fleece in anger!
Back for cigarettes!
Got a cup of tea!
Waiting for the Meetup walk!
Up Killiney’s hills!
Meetup walking group!
Lasted just half an hour!
I’m that unfit, me!
Walked on to Dalkey!
Eventually found DART!
Back to Connolly!
Need to get a feed!
Went to bar across the road!
No WiFi working!
The bar owners there!
A young Lesbian couple!
Bus back to Cookstown!
Met mum of an old school friend!
Now in Donegal!
At Dublin Airport!
Huge backlog due to bus strike!
Took twenty minutes!
Bloke tried to use card!
Bus payment by cash only!
Mine was bought online!
Bloke going fishing!
No bus to Castleblaney!
A whole day wasted!
Back to Cookstown now!
Getting car to drive back home!
It was a rough day!