Last Monday, I found out that I got my job back after my Line Manager advocated for me and said to the agency that she was more than happy with my efforts during my first day at work. My past few weeks reminded me of ‘The Simpsons’ whenever the Plant Workers went on strike to keep their Dental Plan; just so that Homer wouldn’t have to pay for Lisa’s new braces. This episode is even closer to home for me as I work for a Community Dental Practice.
I have a spring in my step, once again. There is, suddenly, a method to the madness of my life. I’m contracted until December 20.
Bad news: (Bad news ALWAYS comes first)
I had to resign from the job in Portadown I got over a bureaucratic rigmarole regarding Occupational Health at the agency involved declining a fit for work certificate required. After contacting the agency and health professionals, it was too much stress and strain in the end. Therefore I resigned and the agency will keep searching for other roles that don’t require that fit for work certificate.
I was paid for the two days I did work last week. 🙂
I have finally found a job, which I begin tomorrow; Thursday, November 01.
It’s an Admin role with the Southern Health Trust at Portadown Health Centre – on Thursdays and Fridays – and Brownlow Health Centre (between Rushmere Shopping Centre and Lurgan) on Wednesdays. Three days-per-week, nine-to-five. Contracted until Christmas; but, if I do well enough, they might keep me on. 😉
This role was as if it was plucked from the sky. I happened to notice it on NI Jobfinder’s website last Wednesday morning and on Friday the agency involved called me to say they were willing to offer me the job; without the need for an interview. 🙂
Onwards and upwards. 🙂
I am still busting my ar$e so often to find work. However, I have a Skype friend from Canada who’s in her Fifties that said she had her first apartment whenever she was 16 and had to learn to fend for herself. Suddenly, I felt a sense of shame.
A lifetime of being stuck at home, because I grew up in a Farming environment and was simply expected to carry on that role, had left me unresourceful and spoiled. It wasn’t until my mum was no longer able to drive, due to both Motor Neurone Disease and Parkinson’s, that I took driving lessons. At first, I was hopeless. I lacked basic ‘Man Skills’ because my mum had to do everything. Plus, my grandfather was fearful of mistakes being made. I grew up with a head full of knowledge and a life full of excuses.
In a few weeks time, a friend of mine from school is gonna paint my walls and ceilings. Again, mummy had to do everything at home. Fear leads to paralysis.
I’m in one of those reflective moods. But wishing things were different won’t solve everything.
Pope Francis – a self-confessed Marxist – in in Ireland. And Conservatives are supposed to rejoice? Seems like everyone has goldfish memory-spans. 😐
Tunes (and flashbacks):
On Tuesday morning, I received an email from Queen’s University in Belfast saying that they’re placing me on a twelve-month waiting list for available jobs. Not wholly there yet. But I’m within touching distance of work. 🙂
However, I found out yesterday from a friend in my art class that an old friend of mine; whom we both knew from the Beacon Centre in Cookstown, was found dead on Tuesday morning. Suspected suicide. That kinda knocked me off last night and I had a long sleep last night, until almost one this afternoon. Then I had to send a mass card to the Beacon Centre and they were away on a day out. I put it through the letterbox.
Also, I saw ‘The Meg’ on Tuesday evening in a Belfast Cinema with a Meetup group. Hooray for pippin. 🙂
Now, I have to feel my feelings. :S
I didn’t get the job with Deloitte. However, I am grateful that I have Specialisterne NI on my side. Later on today, I’m heading to a job club with them.
Last Friday night, I went to a Country Music Gig at Aughabrack. Turned out, that I had to wait so long for the act to appear I was exhausted and had to head back bang on Midnight. I was talking to a woman from Strabane at the event, but she is probably in a relationship; I think I saw an engagement ring on her. Just my luck. 😐
Country Music Gigs in Ireland are a parallel universe. There was a group of ones, probably in their early twenties, who brought a bottle of Buckfast with them – probably Townies from Strabane. The place was electric. There was even a Hen Party from ones from Claudy direction. Suffice to say, they weren’t lookers. :p
I also, now, have my photos on my portfolio site organised at https://desmonddevlin.myportfolio.com/photos Didn’t take any photos of those jiving, didn’t have enough space to do so, the place was bunged up in the end.
Also, on Sunday, I went to Dublin for a ‘Coffee Crawl’ Meetup. Someone I knew was on the bus with me at Dungannon. Then I got the DART to Dalkey from Connolly and got directions to the place from a South African Lady who lives there; judging by her accent. It was good to do something more sedate after the madness of the Country Music gig.
Oh, and I got PIP awarded in the end. Not much, but at least it’s something. 🙂