Letting Go of the Outcomes

I feel that letting go of the need to search for jobs left, right and centre has paid off; in the end.

I got a new car last Wednesday. And, this Friday, my brother and I will be signing a probate oath; at least I assume it will be the resolution of the Probtae following gran’s death. Then, more money will arrive.

The family home and land are sold. But I have about four or five months before I have to move. Less stress. πŸ™‚

Also, the PIP re-application arrived at the Office on Monday morning. The form was filled last Thursday. It will take a week to register on the system. But they extended the deadline to ease the backlog of cases and applications.

Feeling better. My sensory overloads over the past few weeks drove me insane. Now, I’m having more me time.

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A week’s rest

I have been staying at the home of my Artist Friend – my Support Bubble – since Saturday. I’ll head back on Friday morning. However, I will soon be rolling in it. My family home and land are on the market. My brother and I will soon have a Nice Little Earner.

I hate so much garbage since Saturday. However, my weight has remained the same from last week. A miracle. Perhaps, things are going the right direction.

I won’t brag, though. There are friends of mine suffering. A friend of mine is having Back Spasms. I must remind myself of how blessed I am for my health. I’m in two mind over whether or not to continue PIP beyond this time next year. After twenty years on Welfare, I feel that it’s a mug’s game.

Bandcamp has got me to follow Chris Olley. (the Nottingham Prince) Six.By Seven were a band panned by a Friend of Mine; who shaped my musical interest. But, on reflection, Chris has a Wife and Kids. So, he has a living. He’s real.

Good times ahead.

I’ll find out this evening

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. πŸ™‚ Strike while the iron’s hot. πŸ™‚

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.

Keep trudging along. πŸ™‚

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Interview tomorrow

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.

And happy Thanksgiving to the USSA. πŸ˜€

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Stress

Today, I got frustrated after buying something for a friend in Toronto – Christmas Present – and then buying a parcel box; only to lose the box. It was wrecked my brain all evening. I’m letting it go.

Weekend before last, I bought a Β£12 USB Keyboard for my MacBook Pro. I intend on buying a similar one for my Artist Friend; as I had a lend of his Laptop last month and he has a broken B key.

I react so easily under stress. I haven’t had good sleep recently. But now I can have some rest.

On a more lighter side; here are group names for dog breeds.

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Hell is other people

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.

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A Million-Step Challenge

Walk A Million

Today is the start of a challenge, until 10 September, to raise money for a suicide prevention charity. The goal is to walk one-million steps in between then; on average, slightly less than ten-thousand steps per day. I have a built-in pedometer on my phone and can upload pictures with the help of Dropbox. Body-Magic on Steroids. πŸ™‚

I have decided to form a one-man team since I’m not associated with any Primary School or Gaelic Football Club. I called myself ‘Des the Proclaimer.’ 500 miles in roughly one-million steps; oddly enough. πŸ˜€

I had my daily ten-thousand steps for record achieved by 1:15 pm today; to free up the rest of the day. I was up pretty early and had to walk to the shop and back for items.

Tomorrow, I plan to visit Belfast for the first Post-Lockdown trip. I want to get my steps-worth done there with a friend from Stranmillis who began Lecturing Nursing Students last Autumn. Thrown straight into the Bearpit.

Memorial day tomorrow in America. If only the Indy 500 was still on. 😦

Also, I am catching snippets of the Streamed Manchester Jazz Festival.

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Managing a crisis

In the Eighties, there were tv commercials here for an English Insurance company called Commercial Union – with a CitroΓ«n 2CV crashing down a cliff. Their buzzline was, “We won’t make a drama out of a crisis!” That’s my motto for Covid-19 survival. It’s not precisely ‘Fight Club,’ but I am better equipped for underground lifestyles than others.

I ended up having to apply for a tax book to get my car back on the road. And the guy I bought the car from will pay me back the Β£25 I had to pay – by postal order – to apply. Then, I spent the road tax online. As Benjamin Franklin said, “The only sure things in life are death and taxes!” 😐

Today, I drove to the Chemist in Coagh – to collect a repeat prescription- then withdrew cash at Ballinderry Post Office to last a week, or more. My local shops deliver to the homes – until now, I paid them either by bank transfer or PayPal. Tomorrow, I will get gloves and masks from The Hub in Cookstown, buy A4-sized picture frames at the Home Bargains beside there, and get photographs at a Chemist in Magherafelt- to renew my driving licence. (the one I have expires in June)

Today, I improvised the gloves and mask rules, wearing work gloves and a Jason Voorhees Hockey Mask for this afternoon’s errands. At least, I have a sense of humour. πŸ™‚

The picture frame is for handwritten lyrics of an album track by Mansun – I paid the singer by PayPal. (Check out his solo work) Considering that Italians and Spaniards are singing from the balconies, I need musical therapy, too. πŸ™‚

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Golden Opportunity

I was at a Christian CafΓ© this morning, the one I regularly attended last year, and the woman running the place asked if I may volunteer there. I had said that I was feeling lonely and depressed. However, this is a golden opportunity to learn a must-have skill for employability. I will ask them if they may teach me how to operate a barista.

Infamous Bank Robber Willie Sutton was asked by a reporter, “Why do you only rob Banks?” His response was, “‘Cause that’s where the money’s at!” I need to strike while the iron’s hot and make myself competitive, before I look back and wonder, “What if?”

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Back on the job hunt

My online tests for the Civil Service recruitment drive was complete yesterday. Plus, I’m applying for two more jobs, filling in the forms this weekend, and also sent my CV over for a job at Victoria Bridge – between Newtonstewart and Sion Mills. Going to any lengths, and all that.

I had contemplated getting a car from a classified on Facebook. However, I was hypomanic then. It was more desperation than sound reasoning.

January has hit me like a ton of bricks. However, success is getting back up again. Giving up isn’t an option. πŸ™‚

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