First day in new role went well

Today (Saturday) was the first day of my new voluntary job. I was so eager in anticipation that I arrived over two hours early. The lady who runs the office said that was fine and I could start just whenever I arrived. There was a Teddy Bears’ Picnic event held at Lissan House for kids in the local area. It was good for my inner child.

 

The job itself went well. I completed a task in the two hours allotted that was meant to carry on next Saturday. The office manager was impressed. She said she was the the office until 3 am the night before. I actually woke up at 2:20 am in the morning as I crashed out at 5 pm yesterday.

 

Before that I was visiting a friend, originally from Ardboe, who lives in Magherafelt. Whenever I arrived she was in her room, but her two kids let me in and I got to talk to them and pat their pet dog; a female Jack Russell. Again, I’m glad to do all this because I never had a childhood growing up and felt that I missed out on so much.

 

Arsenal lost today. But, hey s**t happens! I have come to accept that we’re no longer capable of challenging for the Premiership Title.

 

I can perhaps take it easier tomorrow. On Thursday I went for a long drive to head to Newcastle in County Down. However eleven miles from the destination I thought, “Screw this!” and pulled into a shop/filling station outside Loughinisland and drove back. I headed via Ballynahinch and Hillsborough, but then lost my bearings trying to find the way to Moira and had to turn back after a wrong turn; was honked at twice by vehicles returning from work. In the end the road I was looking for was a slip road from the main Newry to Belfast road. Why do I keep punishing myself with this forced exercises when driving?

 

Glad I survived. πŸ™‚

 

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Discussing another voluntary placement today

This morning I will head to Lissan House to discuss a voluntary placement there, with view of paid employment there further down the line. I seem to have made a good first impression at Friday evening whenever I met the office manager; the daughter of my art Teacher. So, all smiles there.

I am all dickied up. Though my left shoe is cutting my heel, but I intend to play through the pain. πŸ™‚ It’s about learning to grow up and be a man, after being a howling brat as a young boy.

 

Yesterday was the Lama’s Fair in Ardboe and I made myself present for the first fifty-odd minutes. Good to see the kids out enjoying themselves. I was an invisible non-entity at that age.

 

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Art exhibition

This evening I attended an art exhibition of paintings done by my colleagues at the art class in Moneymore. It was at Lissan House; the Stately Home I was looking to volunteer at from next week on. I wasn’t 100% sure of the driveway and was getting anxious and nervous passing through the forest. However, I got there safely. Low and behold, the office manager I will be talking to on Monday morning greeted me at the door and is a daughter of my art Teacher. Small world. πŸ™‚

 

I got to speak to my friends, as well as a guy from Stewartstown who’s a distant cousin on neghbours of the relative I regularly visit. It was great to be visible in that way. I even found out that one of the class’ organisers is a great-grandmother and she is barely above sixty.

 

Great to have made myself present and hopefully have made a good first impression; first impressions count.

 

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An Tour MΓ³r (Sonnet I wrote about driving across the Sperrins today)

He who rides a tiger is scared to dismount!

Not like the fear I had driving to Aughabrack via Feeny

trundling up the hills on the road from Moneymeaney

until I approached the crossroads dissecting the Park to Dungiven road!

Heading to Aughabrack I noticed β€˜Road Ahead Closed’ signs

the road towards Plumbridge was closed!

Mrs. Kerlin said it’s due to a stretch of road being widened!

Blade heading towards Plumbridge showed me a detour

where I nearly drove into a hole on the right-hand road edge!

But I got over safe thanks to that Angel sent from Heaven!

Drove back home via Greencastle

nearly missing a sharp turn and almost into a side road

as well as nearly witnessing a collision at Kildress!

β€œHoly Jesus! Thon’s some journey!”

Wednesday Morning 3 am

I was conked out at 6:30 pm yesterday and slept until 12:40 am. It was one of those evenings that didn’t exist for me. But I am grateful for the internet to keep me occupied. W00t. πŸ™‚

This morning I will be seeing the hygienist for my teeth. Then I have a dentist appointment on Friday morning; the two appointments are separate because I had initially prepared for the Cloud Academy I had an interview for a fortnight ago but didn’t get.

Also, on Monday I got a letter saying that our tax return form wasn’t submitted. I sorted that out yesterday. Also, I went to see my occupational therapist yesterday. But the appointment was for the eighteenth of AUGUST. My bad. πŸ™‚

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Peaceful Twelfth

No major incidents yesterday on the Twelfth. Perhaps that the Orange and Green benefit classes are no longer being appeased by the Government. πŸ™‚

I just visited a relative yesterday and she mentioned her experience working for a bank. She was her own person and that worked to her advantage in the end. πŸ™‚ Lesson for us all.

Now I can see that perhaps it’s not all bad news that the DUP and Tories are forming the new UK Government. The Unionists have had to calm down and reduce the rhetoric about bonfires. The hysteria about the racist symposium of Scott Sinclair and Bananas is now forgotten. Lest we forget, Celtic Fans threw bananas at Mark Walters whenever he played for Rangers.

Got rid of K9 Web Protection on my MacBook Pro and can now use YouTube and Behance on Mac OS X now. Yay! Also have Grammarly on Mac OS X. But I’m not sure if I’ll subscribe to Premium. You need money to make money here. The American stories of moving from living in one’s car to living prosperously don’t exist here. Perhaps our benefits system is far too safety first. :/

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The week when Northern Ireland grinds to a halt

Wednesday is the Twelfth of July, the day the Orange Order celebrate the victory by the Protestant King William over the Catholic King James in 1690. Amidst all the nonsense and hullabaloo surrounding the ‘religious’ divide here – as far as I’m concerned, the differences between the Irish and British are cultural rather than national or religious – most people still wanna just get along. It’s just the PTSD-induced victim class that get uppity.

For me, it’s simply a time to stay away from trouble; how very Boo-Boo of me. πŸ™‚ Most people holiday during this period, I’ve done it a few times myself, but now I just wanna enjoy my free time.

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