Potential paid employment – plus other blessings

My employment advisor is arranging for me to get a job through the workable program, at a new place opening in Toomebridge. Hopefully, that will provide me with much-needed income. It seems that those who want to work suffer, while those who don’t want to work profit. Bizarro World, indeed.

I need to spend as little time as possible on Facebook. It’s like a Vampire, sucking the lifeblood out of one. Fanboys see no other opinion other than their own. Don’t drink ANY political Kool-Aid; be it Tory or Labour.

Last Tuesday I attended a short guided tour of Monkstown Castle, as part of a Meetup. The Wednesday prior I had booked an online day return from Portadown to Dublin and back for Β£10 – Cheap as Chips – but I booked a taxi from outside Connolly Station and the car we were in kept dying out whenever we approached traffic lights. It was a fuel-efficient automatic. (thanks ever so much Al Bloody Gore) But I saw a burgundy Peugeot turning at a junction at Blackrock – unsure of the road – and nearly running straight into a cyclist in a yellow jacket. There, for the grace of God, go I.

The tour itself was dominated by the random musings of the organiser’s ten-year-old son. He probably has Asperger’s. But I chipped in with some tidbits of information. In the end, I really needed the loo and went to a Chinese Restaurant named Victoria – probably after the Capital of Hong Kong – Then I had just enough for a DART from Monkstown to Connolly and was able to board an earlier train back to Northern Ireland than planned. However, I didn’t have to pay extra thanks to me informing the conductor I was worried that the park where my car is might be locked at night.

My brother is back in Derry for his second year of University, he has placement year sorted as well, and now I have the place to myself. That both gladdens and saddens me. But I will soon be getting proper broadband, once I receive a 4G SIM from EE, and will hope to return to designing websites.

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Going Berserk today – Asperger Meltdown

On Monday I left a negative review on Amazon for a DVD of SAGE accounts which didn’t arrive and I thought was another phantom purchase, only for the seller to call me yesterday morning. ‘Sam’ (who’s really an Indian Lady) mentioned that it was at Stewartstown Post Office – our local sorting office – so I went there and signed for the order. Then I got the software installed on my Windows 7 partition of my Dell Laptop.

All fine and dandy, until this afternoon when – in the middleΒ  of a cyber errand – Sam called me again. I was ratty and told her not to call me again in a fit of rage. In the end she messaged me requesting that I remove the negative review. I did that and sent a message of apologies. However, I promised a positive review. But it keeps getting turned down by Amazon’s moderators. Such is life. πŸ™‚

This makes me a little self-conscious because I was already hot and flustered when my printer stopped working – must be a damaged USB lead – and I went berserk. When I was living in Dun Laoghaire during my placement year I was evicted for being histrionic in a way that upset the other tenants. Memories came flooding back of the time at one stage when someone was about to call the Police because of me. It was a ‘Community Watch’ area. One striking memory I have of that estate was seeing people practice Tai Chi on Sunday mornings. I had one Tai Chi class in Antrim about two and a half years ago and only lasted about forty minutes. Impatience is my middle name. πŸ™‚

Hopefully tomorrow will be better. I head to Specialisterne in Belfast to speak to a graphic design mentor. I’ll be there from 2 pm to 4 pm. Hopefully I’ll knock him dead. πŸ™‚

This coming Saturday night I will be watching ‘Give my Head Peace’ Live at a Theatre in Enniskillen, County Fermanagh. If you wouldn’t laugh about this country, you’d cry. πŸ™‚

Overdose of Christmas and give it up for Lent

Today is Ash Wednesday, the first day of Lent, and for us dastardly papes is means not eating any meat other than fish. Funny how fish suppers are now much more expensive thanks to the wonderful Common Fisheries Policy *Note Sarcasm* and that the likes of County Donegal and Grimsby are suffering due to Spanish Trawlers; they even nick fish off the Canadians.

 

Rant over!

 

Yesterday was cold and wet and I had a series of First World Problems. The Turkish Barber in Cookstown appears to be closed all day on Tuesdays, so after my massage in Cookstown I drove to Magherafelt to get a haircut and shave from the Kurdish Barber there. I bought a cappuccino for the sake of having 50p loose change in Cookstown, only to find out that the 50p coin I had wasn’t accepted by the machine. In the end I put in a Β£1 coin and got 50p change; in the shape of 2 20p coins and 1 10p coin. Then, on the way back home, some c**t ran across the road from a filling station to the shop at Ballyronan – a village on the way back – and I was already feeling pi$$ed off due to the issue with the ticket machine.

 

When I got back I meditated and feel much better again. Hopefully today will be much better. πŸ™‚

Still have the cold

I have the runniest nose on the planet and my accent is hard enough to understand as it is without a sore throat to boot. Being ‘dosed’ (as we say in Mid Ulster) is not a good position. I have used up all the Manuka Honey I got from Holland and Barrett three weeks ago just to soothe my throat. There is only so much tea and so many Co-Codamol tablets I can take.

Also, my driver’s license renewal; for change of address; is delayed further by the need to fill in both a psychiatric and neurosis form which arrived in the post yesterday. First thing this morning I sent them to the Mental Health unit in Cookstown for my Shrink and Occupational Therapist to fill in. So much paperwork in this country. Bloody bureaucrats. :@

Now I have to floss my teeth to protect my gums. Another forced exercise for my Asperger’s brain. Some of the gaps in my teeth aren’t as obvious as others.

On a more positive note, I unearthed mum’s slow cooker; a wedding gift from 1978 which hasn’t been used in roughly twenty years; and have a pork chop cooking. Sprinkle the bowl with Worcester Sauce and cook on high for 3 1/2 to 4 hours. Had one back in Friday.

Still smarting from a Weekend from Hell, culminating in the Patriots winning the Superbowl. :@

First World (Aspie) Problems

This morning I bought Weird Al Yankovic’s ‘Mandatory Fun’ just for the sake of having the ‘First World Problems’ track and, in light of my previous blog post, I ALWAYS maintained that he was Canadian. Then I found out that he was born and bred in California. πŸ™‚ (I was the same with Meatloaf)

The song was going round my head today when I had to deal with a request from a relative to ensure that the tax return form was sorted out; deadline next Tuesday. However, I called the accountant office and he called me when I got home and said he will sort it out once he contacts my estate agent. (realtor for all our American friends)

Also, common trait for me, I was driving and really needed a toilet. (again, for Americans here, the Men’s Room) I stopped at Tesco and ended up having to buy something just because I used their toilet; in case they say that the toilets are for customers only. A lifetime drinking soft drinks has frigged up my bladder.

Now I am preparing for the anniversary mass on Sunday morning for deceased members of my family. Have to get my good trousers (pants) washed.

Up and down throughout Christmas

On Boxing Night I was sick as a dog because there was a vomiting bug going round. My aunt-in-law and cousin got the same bug.

 

2017 has had a baptism of fire because I bumped into a car to my left when reversing out of a car park in Magherafelt. The guy who owned the other car said I left a mark, but God willing that will be that. But the stinking thinking returned. However it has prompted me to return to painting and to push the boat regarding practicing manoeuvring and strreing; things I ALWAYS sucked at since driving lessons.

 

My painting

 

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First World Problems (and First World Solutions)

Yesterday I was sick when driving and was so desperate to get my laundry done that I forgot to take my smartphone out. (d’oh) However, god willing, the account that gran has in Monaghan will soon be closed as she now has a PPS number and my brother will send it to our solicitor in Cookstown. Hopefully I can sort out a new smartphone and clear off my debts. πŸ™‚

 

Gran was mad looking home yesterday, but the doctor says she may need to spend a few more days in hospital. Tomorrow I’ll be heading to Rathlin Island for a trip with my posse. Without a smartphone I am kinda tied up with progress on gran. God willing, it will be sorted out.

 

Still have a sore throat. Back on the Co-Codamol. :S

 

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