Art exhibition

This evening I attended an art exhibition of paintings done by my colleagues at the art class in Moneymore. It was at Lissan House; the Stately Home I was looking to volunteer at from next week on. I wasn’t 100% sure of the driveway and was getting anxious and nervous passing through the forest. However, I got there safely. Low and behold, the office manager I will be talking to on Monday morning greeted me at the door and is a daughter of my art Teacher. Small world. 🙂

 

I got to speak to my friends, as well as a guy from Stewartstown who’s a distant cousin on neghbours of the relative I regularly visit. It was great to be visible in that way. I even found out that one of the class’ organisers is a great-grandmother and she is barely above sixty.

 

Great to have made myself present and hopefully have made a good first impression; first impressions count.

 

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My right palm is itchy

And that’s traditionally a sign that I will receive money. 🙂

Not only is there a possible job prospect, but there could be closure on the distribution of money that my gran had in the South of Ireland that me and my brother will discuss with our solicitor on Friday. And, also, my gran had life insurance with Royal Sun Alliance that I noticed in the bank statement that I requested to close.

No offers for marriage, please. I’m not gonna flash the cash; I’m no longer gullible. :p

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Talked to the Tyrone Courier today

This afternoon I spoke with the editor of the Tyrone Courier about a feature in his paper next week, it’s a weekly regional paper, about this blog and hopefully I will get to find out the feature next Tuesday. I had a little issues with my driving today, going through Coalisland and Dungannon during the day is a forced exercise for anyone, but I got home safely.

Feeling a bit anxious, I felt that I wasn’t articulate enough when talking to the editor. Again, the old self-doubt is creeping in. But I feel that I overcame a certain degree of fear and managed to say what I needed.

Another week of challenges

On Thursday Gran got home from hospital, but she fell yesterday; my brother informed me through WhatsApp. But she wasn’t hurt, thank God, but is awful frail. I went to see her today and she needed to go to the commode and then the cleaner arrived for her mid-afternoon appointment.

 

I have no money for tomorrow. Can’t withdraw any money until Monday. But I have enough food to do me.

 

My first day of a voluntary placement was yesterday. I was shown the ropes, but it was pretty chaotic. I’m subject to the Data Protection Act; my lips are sealed. 🙂

 

Living within my means is still an alien concept for me. But, low and behold, I’ll survive.

 

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Unable to sleep

Tonight I am unable to sleep. The past week or so my sleeping patterns were ski-whiff.

 

I brushed up by CVs for IT work, for both parts of Ireland, then submitted my Southern CV to the Software Testing firm that had taken over the place I worked at in 1999-2000. I’m still in contact with a former workmate who is now Senior software tester after getting back in contact with her via Social Media.

 

I know that the only way from here is up.

 

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One of those Sundays

Last night I only got 3 1/2 hours sleep and ended up hearing gran say, “I’m in jail!” from her hospital bed and then watching a damp squib of a Championship Match; Derry V Tyrone. Having a foot in both camps, I was in two minds. 🙂

 

I have a sore throat, Lemsip is only a temporary relief. Possibly it’s time to gargle with salt water, supposed to do just as well.

 

But one good things was that I saw the game with an old friend at her house and she gave me lasagne. Strictly platonic, of course. 🙂

 

But at least I showered and dressed today, I’m not a complete washout. 🙂

 

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Monday (St Andrew’s Day)

Hard to believe we’re now approaching December. It’s been a year of transition for me; the issues around needing a new car back in February then getting into a place of my own and standing on my own two feet. Money wise, I’m broke. But now I have a bit more gratitude.

 

Quitting the Political Rat Race I had entered was the best thing to happen to me. Now I realise just how much entitlement I felt and that I entered the one profession which has the greatest sense of entitlement.

 

Had an Employment Advisor appointment this morning when signing on. Told them I could be doing an IT course via Specialisterne via the STRIDE Program. Finding work is a b***h as I have to retrain, ££££!

 

Happy St Andrew’s Day to all those Mars Bars fryers who can’t dance properly. 🙂

 

Some tunes for today: