Approaching the endgame

My brother, who was working for Marks and Spencer in Cookstown and is set to begin both a placement and scholarship with Randox Laboratories in Crumlin – County Antrim, is considering offering me his job. His manager will speak to me some time next week. However, the most important thing is not to look a gift horse in the mouth and continue applying for other jobs in the meantime.

However this will be a golden opportunity to ask for what I need. Learning to stand on my own two feet has matured me and all the trials and tribulations I had to endure beforehand have allowed me to become more productive. It’s like Parkinson’s Law – work extends to meet deadline. Perhaps my university degree wasn’t such a waste of time after all.

Becoming a valuable asset in the place I worked at in Magherafelt and my domestic chores mean that I am a good worker and can adapt to changing situations. No more lallygagging anymore. πŸ™‚

Also, I can use my Asperger’s to my advantage as my employment advisor could explain to my brother’s manager how it affects me in a working environment. It would be more ‘show me, tell me’.

Light at the end of the tunnel?

Talked to the Tyrone Courier today

This afternoon I spoke with the editor of the Tyrone Courier about a feature in his paper next week, it’s a weekly regional paper, about this blog and hopefully I will get to find out the feature next Tuesday. I had a little issues with my driving today, going through Coalisland and Dungannon during the day is a forced exercise for anyone, but I got home safely.

Feeling a bit anxious, I felt that I wasn’t articulate enough when talking to the editor. Again, the old self-doubt is creeping in. But I feel that I overcame a certain degree of fear and managed to say what I needed.

Heroes must suffer

http://www.stevenpressfield.com/2017/04/make-your-hero-suffer-2/#comment-132469

I have realised that we must all suffer at first to live a fulfilling life in the end. Diamonds are simply million year-old trees. It seems that artists in particular – be it painters, writers or creative types in general – have a pretty tempestuous life. But we come out stronger.

Yesterday I drove to Plumbridge as a trial run drive in preparation for a job I applied for to see if I would go for at least an interview. But I was going through a road past the Sperrins I had never been on before and was so consumed by fear; driving new places these past few years has been a forced exercise for me. But in the end, when heading back, I realised that driving on a road I wasn’t comfortable with for a part time job wouldn’t be worth it. The juice just isn’t worth the squeeze.

However, today, I went to the place in Magherafelt I used to live at and went gardening this morning and early afternoon. It was good to muck about with my old posse. I even heard from the gardening expert there that the soil contains serotonin. No wonder I felt better. πŸ™‚

Now this evening I’m not attending the art class. I need to slow down the pace a bit. My uncle had a suspected heart attack and is in the Royal Hospital in Belfast. My health is my wealth, for now.

The long and arduous process of finding work in Northern Ireland

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. πŸ™‚

Here’s hoping.

Spending less time on the computer

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 cafΓ© 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 resumΓ© using Scribus as my MacBook Pro has to be fixed due to broken keys; I type too frantically. πŸ™‚ 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. πŸ™‚

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. πŸ˜‰

Slight disclaimer about my Haiku

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. πŸ™‚ I did work in Software Testing, after all. :S