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.

 

Tunes:

 

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.

 

Tunes:

 

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. 🙂

 

Tunes

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: