No job, yet, but a new course

I didn’t get the job with Genesis Bakery in Magherafelt, but I am currently undertaking a course in UX/UI with Adobe GenPro. As usual, I am being pretty proactive in the process. Xd is a new challenge for me, it became offical last Friday after being Beta for so long. But I am getting the hang of it now. I do, still, flip the lid quite a bit. :p

Now, the next challenge is to lose weight. I am pretty chunky. I used to chat with this lad from Backpool in England about Darts; he was 16 at the time, 12 years ago. When I added him on Bebo I was soon given stick about how fat I was. But I was able to take it on the chin. Or double-chin. :p

 

I have my high-speed broadband now, but I do have to pay a king’s ransom for it. Trust me, living in a city is far more affordable than living in the country. But I may have to relocate next year to pursue a career. I’ll be forty in 2019 and the past eleven-odd years have been spent chasing work and getting nowhere. But, then, they do say life begins at forty. When a friend of mine did Death Clock for me back in 1999 they said I would die aged forty. My father was killed in the troubles at age thirty-three, the age Christ was when he was crucified, and I thought that because of that link I would die at the same age John Lennon was when he was killed. Then fear entered my life.

 

But, now, I feel that I am starting to make an effort to prove the naysayers wrong. 🙂

 

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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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