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. 🙂
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. 🙂
No major incidents yesterday on the Twelfth. Perhaps that the Orange and Green benefit classes are no longer being appeased by the Government. 🙂
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. 🙂 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.
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. 🙂 Most people holiday during this period, I’ve done it a few times myself, but now I just wanna enjoy my free time.
On Monday I was preparing to head on Tuesday morning to Dublin for a graphic design Meetup whenever I received an email for a cloud technology academy in Belfast inviting me to attend an introductory presentation on Wednesday evening and a job interview on Thursday morning. However I managed to attend all three as I then booked a night at the Hotel where the introductory session was held after coming back from Dublin. It was almost divine intervention that I went to Dublin and back from the Aircoach bus between Glengall Street and O’Connell Street.
My employment advisor came with me to the interview yesterday and said that I did really well given the circumstances. I was given a real time problem to solve. I solved it, but only through trial and error. They used an Excel function I didn’t know about. It’s all up to the Gods now.
Now today I have an appointment with my occupational therapist then plan to drive to Cullybackey to get a train to Portrush to relax on the beach; the Irish Open (Golf) is on this weekend, but I’m not interested. 🙂
I only got an hour and a half of sleep last night. The night before, following the BBQ, I sleep for over fourteen hours. Problem is, I need caffeine to keep me going during the day. Routine is still a challenge for me.
Tomorrow is the Fourth of July. To America! The cause of, and solution to, all the world’s problems. 🙂
Perhaps in order to find substantial work I would have to move closer to Belfast and commute by bus or train. Nothing to see here. 🙂
Looks like I have another Summer Cold. My cleaner will be coming over in a few hours time to sort out stuff for me and then I will get a shave and finally get rest before getting up early tomorrow for a Meetup in Dublin. The things one has to do to get out there. 🙂
Yesterday – Thursday – morning I went to a recruitment agency in Belfast to register. That agency has public sector work contracted out to them and they also said that they’re in charge of the Civil Service recruitment for those with disabilities; it has been a while since I submitted my resumé for that opening. Plus, they might have jobs outside of Belfast; be a huge boost for me to get a job elsewhere as I wouldn’t feel confident enough commuting to Belfast and back every weekday.
I’m still dosed – as we say in Northern Ireland – and have got Co-Codamol to get rid of the worst of it. The temperatures dropped all of a sudden this time last week.
One good piece of news from this week was getting my driving licence; after almost seven months of wrangling with the DVA in Coleraine. I must buy them a ‘Thank You’ card for putting up with me. 🙂
Tomorrow I am planning to attend a BBQ. 🙂 God willing, it won’t rain. As gran used to say, “Rain, Rain! Go to Spain! Never show your face again!”
Last Sunday – 25 June – was my birthday. I turned 38 and had a few lightbulb moments since I last posted.
On Saturday 17 June I was heading to Belfast to see a Rolling Stones Tribute Act at the Empire Music Hall, but I first wanted to make an evening of it. For that reason I first got the bus from Castledawson park-and-ride to Derry to take photographs around the Sperrins; couldn’t capture the scenery round the valleys due to the trees blocking my way from the bus window. Then I had a Spaghetti Bolognese and orange juice at an Italian restaurant in Foyle Street for £5.20; no way it would be that affordable in Belfast.
Then I just about got a substitute bus from the bus station to the train station, the taxi rank outside Foyle Street no longer exists 😦 , and the got a train to Botanic to take photographs around the North Coast. However I took photographs the other side of the train approaching Greysteel – village between Limavady and Derry where people were murdered in a bar during the Troubles by a UDA nutcase named Torrens Knight. However there were two teenage friends who sat that side and then moved towards another seat, which made me feel uncomfortable as I thought they were considering me a pervert. (I believe Perverts should hang) But, by God’s grace nothing happened as a result.
Once I got to the Empire Music Hall, I realised that the warm-up for drinks and social chat was two hours long. In the end I had to leave before the Tribute Act began as I drank too much Red Bull and began having palpitations. In the end I got a train from Botanic station, right beside the Empire Music Hall, to Great Victoria Street station and waited for an 11 pm bus to Derry and get back to Castledawson park-and-ride and drive home.
Last Thursday – 22 June – I went to a coding Meetup about issues I had regarding a tutorial on Selenium I discovered, only to find out that the code wouldn’t work in a month of Sundays. Suddenly it dawned on me that I was servicing too many people and that I should streamline my options for finding work. I simply chased money by reconsidering coding. Losing so much ground since 1999 proved to be too much in the end.
Also, I have had a cold since Saturday and am now taking Beecham’s to get rid of it. But I also heard that garlic and oranges together work. Must get some at Lidl later. 🙂