Applying for PIP

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In a fortnight’s time, I will have an assessment for Personal Independence Payment in Dungannon at 8 am. My employment advisor will be coming with me. Personally, I would much rather be working. But I still need to resolve certain issues in my life.

My brother begins his Placement Year at Randox Laboratories in Antrim and will be on vacation in New York at the end of July. Suppose I shall have to be happy for him as I was the one that picked him up at his lowest ebb. It gives me some achievement.

These past few weeks, during Lent, I decided ‘No Meetups’. Next Tuesday I will be resuming Meetups and heading to Dublin for a Graphic Design Meetup. My two Adobe EdEx qualifications have helped build my portfolio.

Also, in a fortnight’s time, my Art Class in Moneymore resumes. Haven’t painted since January. I was busy as Hell then and had little Muse.

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No job, yet, but a new course

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I didn’t get the job with Genesis Bakery in Magherafelt, but I am currently undertaking a course in UX/UI with Adobe GenPro. As usual, I am being pretty proactive in the process. Xd is a new challenge for me, it became offical last Friday after being Beta for so long. But I am getting the hang of it now. I do, still, flip the lid quite a bit. :p

Now, the next challenge is to lose weight. I am pretty chunky. I used to chat with this lad from Backpool in England about Darts; he was 16 at the time, 12 years ago. When I added him on Bebo I was soon given stick about how fat I was. But I was able to take it on the chin. Or double-chin. :p

 

I have my high-speed broadband now, but I do have to pay a king’s ransom for it. Trust me, living in a city is far more affordable than living in the country. But I may have to relocate next year to pursue a career. I’ll be forty in 2019 and the past eleven-odd years have been spent chasing work and getting nowhere. But, then, they do say life begins at forty. When a friend of mine did Death Clock for me back in 1999 they said I would die aged forty. My father was killed in the troubles at age thirty-three, the age Christ was when he was crucified, and I thought that because of that link I would die at the same age John Lennon was when he was killed. Then fear entered my life.

 

But, now, I feel that I am starting to make an effort to prove the naysayers wrong. 🙂

 

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