“For a Play to become successful, there has to be bad luck beforehand!” (Orson Welles)
Today, I went through the training session in the assecioning role at the Covid lab in Randox. The work itself seems simple enough. However, life in the major obstacle.
I arrived three hours early due to my anxiety levels being through the roof.
I found it well-nigh impossible to pay attention to the class. The demonstration and practice runs were Godsends.
I was lost at the main car park; trying to find my car – parked elsewhere. Had it not been for my walking-stick, I would have fallen and broken my spine. (insurance mightn’t have covered me) It’s probably part of my autism; digging ones toes in when walking due to sensitive feet.
The roads are frosty, and my local roads wouldn’t be gritted. I’m learning new driving skills as I go along, but the longer I drive the more nervous I become. (I can’t afford to make a claim)
Living in the moment can be a thankless task for myself. But I have an understanding group of people on my side.
I will be on a new scheme with USEL; now that I have a job. There’ll be a liaison to act as go-between with my Employers. I just need to prepare.
My brother will be doing the dishes; from now on. I’ll have to pay him £10 per week to do the job. But, I wouldn’t have the time, or energy, to keep up with my washing-up. Whatever it takes.
The lend of my Mate’s laptop will have to be extended until I get a laptop of my own. His laptop may have to be mailed to him; which will cost an arm and a leg. But I’ll cross that bridge whenever I come to it.
I will give away the used jars I have, and incineratable waste, to my aunt-in-law. She makes homemade jam out of the jars, and burns the waste in her stove. (I burn whatever has my address and card details)
I ordered diarrhoea-prevention tablets from Asda. Imodium are impossible to get out of the peelable-pack.
I start a new job – Covid-Related – this coming week. After the December I had, I definitely need to work.
I had to get a new Phone, after being sick while driving and the vomit damaging my old phone beyond repair, and my MacBook Pro gave up the ghost. While I was able to order a new phone, I have to borrow my Artist Friend’s laptop. The Libraries mightn’t allow me to do all I have to do online. (and I’m not talking about filth)
My bin lid broke on New Year’s Eve. I ended up getting a new one this afternoon; in B and M bargains. Also, I had bought a compilation of the ‘Golden Era of Video’ songs at a Charity Shop for 50 p. (double CD) Normally, I avoid the Eighties like the plague. But, I wanted to help out. 🙂
Driving in the frost has given me the heebie jeebies, again. However, I survived a close call this afternoon. I swear to God that the older I get, the more nervous I am driving. But I am a fighter. 😀
No more tunes. Instead, I’ll outline a course of action;
Do more walking. (I am doing Slimming World online)
Keep in contact with my Employment Support Team. (I may have one month left with them)
Appreciate quality over quantity. (especially as I’ll be doing twelve-hour shifts)
Keep up with the Natural Remedies. (Holland and Barrett are a Godsend)
Keep making sandwiches. (Buy my own lunchbox)
Go back to eating Kiwifruit. (I heard it’s ideal for long-shifts)
By the end of the working day, I’ll find out if I got the Shopmobility job in Belfast, or not. In the meantime, I put my name down for possible work at Fibrus in Belfast – who won a multi-million-pound contract to provide Fibre-Optic Broadband across Northern Ireland. It was because a woman from Dunloy, on my Quiz group, is a cousin of one of them employees. 🙂 Strike while the iron’s hot. 🙂
The Saturday-Night Quiz, which I was Quizmaster for, turned out well. They’re impressed by my added dimensions to each round. I was inspired by the Ardboe Quizzes.
I have a job interview tomorrow in Belfast. I have ironed my white shirt, and shined my shoes, for tomorrow. Fortunately, tomorrow’s interview is in the afternoon. So I can tie some loose ends in the morning.
Tomorrow is also the last day before a fortnight of a severe Lockdown in Northern Ireland. I feel like Number Six from ‘The Prisoner’ at times, recently. And Belfast normally resembles ‘Dawn of the Dead’ at this time of the year. Imagine tomorrow.
I heard an expression on a Zoom conference on Tuesday, which resonated with me. “Comfort doesn’t exist in the growth zone! Growth doesn’t exist in the comfort zone!”
My Slimming World online subscription expired today. Then I went to a class – weigh-in only – to check the aftermath of Lockdown eating. I gained SIXTEEN pounds. From being 20 Stone 0.5 Pounds, I’m now 21 Stone 2.5 Pounds. However, I needed that kick up the Arse. Even though the drive to-and-from Brackaville was a nightmare.
Next week, I have a job interview in Belfast. I can ask the interviewers if there is a possibility of transferring to a more regional location if I do a good enough job there. It’s for Shopmobility. God willing, Lockdown in Northern Ireland will end tomorrow. The Executive decide tonight. A haircut and shave next Tuesday afternoon depends on it.
Sensory overloads are taking place quite regularly now. However, music is my best therapy. Plus, I’m on a Discord group for Adults with Autism.
Black Friday tomorrow. My brother and I have to run an errand together in Cookstown. Hopefully, my sleep will be good.
One piece of good news, I found my parcel box. I left it at the shop where the Post Office was. Everything’s fine now.
Today, I attended an Employability Training Class, went to the Chemist in Coagh – to gather meds – as well as walk to a shop and back then do laundry. I was pretty productive. Plus, I even got time to set up questions for a Zoom Quiz this coming Saturday night. However, I won’t go out of my way to be Halloween-specific. (Good Catholic Boy, me! lol)
Last Saturday, I went to Mass in Moortown. Then I had Half-Chicken-Fried_Rice and Half-Chips with gravy at The Diamond Chinese. My Quiz team won last Saturday night afterwards. 😀
I now have to stop chasing jobs, and focus on the retraining. Plus, I may get a placement out of it. Here’s hoping:
Even as a Christian, I can have a misanthropic streak inside me. Dealing with others, in the Cattle Market of life, can be a forced exercise.
Today, I passed an old man cycling on a B Road, heading home from Portadown, and only God’s grace kept me safe. Now, I’m trying to relax. Stinking Thinking has me in a tizzy whenever I make a mistake.
I had an interview on Zoom last Thursday. No joy, but I requested feedback.
The Derry and Strabane District is subject to a localised Lockdown, now. I must be grateful that my brother’s home. My plan was to relocate to the Donemana/Aughabrack/Glenmornan/Artigarvan area. But God hit me with a two-by-four on that.