On Sunday afternoon, I was returning home from a Gaelic Football game whenever I suffered a meltdown, and only God’s grace prevented an accident. Then, yesterday – Tuesday, I was getting a taxi home from a bus from Belfast whenever I had a case of PTSD and grabbed the driver’s steering wheel impulsively. His response was, “Don’t do that, again! If you’re that nervous with my driving, you shouldn’t be driving, yourself!”
That was when it suddenly clicked. I CANNOT maintain a car with the income I currently have. I plan to sell my car by placing it at the car park of a local gift shop with a ‘For Sale’ sign that I ordered from Amazon. Hopefully, someone will buy it. The Car Salesman I contacted, who’s related to me, said the mileage is too high for him to trade the car.
However, I know that this is the last house on the street for me. Just like my own home. 😐
Today was good. I, my artist friend and my Meetup friend, went to Ballyronan Marina for a picnic, listening to a Silver Band and then go for a walk around the Nature Reserve. It was cloudy today. However, the rain stayed away. Plus, I saw a local man I know whose son has severe Autism and had a charity campaign in his name to receive specialist treatment. However, the crowdfunding campaign was closed on Friday. Perhaps, they have got enough.
I’m good to have kept the vibe going. The blessing of the graves went well, yesterday, and I have had quite a productive weekend. Although, it is sore on the pocket. My Condition Management Programme will end in three weeks. Once that is sorted, I will, hopefully, make a commitment to my future employability scheme. Though, all things being said, the European Social Fund regulations and Red Tape make me want to embrace Boris Johnson as Prime Minister with open arms. Even if he is a Buffoon. 😉
Yesterday, my car was serviced for £100. Not bad. But, whenever you have very little income coming in, and one is eating into savings, that’s still sore. I feel that I could never get any financial luck.
Also, the ‘r’ key on my MacBook Pro is broken. The guy who fixed it reckoned it was due to dust. But I feel that cleaning my keyboard made the situation worse. I am feeling despondent again.
This evening, I went to another Slimming World class, and I lost another half-pound. But I feel that I want it off NOW! However, I just have to keep doing what I am doing and the miracles will happen.
Exhaustion is an issue fo me. Yesterday, I went on a few bus rides en route to Belfast. While I got home safely enough, I had so much to do at home, I wore myself to the ground. Now I know how difficult it is to be a Single Guy in this world.
Last Monday, I found out that I got my job back after my Line Manager advocated for me and said to the agency that she was more than happy with my efforts during my first day at work. My past few weeks reminded me of ‘The Simpsons’ whenever the Plant Workers went on strike to keep their Dental Plan; just so that Homer wouldn’t have to pay for Lisa’s new braces. This episode is even closer to home for me as I work for a Community Dental Practice.
I have a spring in my step, once again. There is, suddenly, a method to the madness of my life. I’m contracted until December 20.
I have finally found a job, which I begin tomorrow; Thursday, November 01.
It’s an Admin role with the Southern Health Trust at Portadown Health Centre – on Thursdays and Fridays – and Brownlow Health Centre (between Rushmere Shopping Centre and Lurgan) on Wednesdays. Three days-per-week, nine-to-five. Contracted until Christmas; but, if I do well enough, they might keep me on. 😉
This role was as if it was plucked from the sky. I happened to notice it on NI Jobfinder’s website last Wednesday morning and on Friday the agency involved called me to say they were willing to offer me the job; without the need for an interview. 🙂
Onwards and upwards. 🙂
In the end, I didn’t get the job in Jordanstown I was interviewed for. However my employment advisor will hook me up with a fella who might streamline my job search and find a job that would suit me better.
Just after submitting a resumé to the company my brother now works for, but to become a software tester in their County Donegal office. It has been seventeen years since I last worked in that field, but did a mini-course in software testing two years ago. Gotta hope for the best.
My brother has proven to me that the vocational route in education is a much more productive and prosperous route to take than formal schooling. Ireland can only produce so many Teachers, Doctors, Nurses and Chemists.
More terror attacks, this time in London. When will Britain stop obeying America? The invasions of Afghanistan and Iraq have created a domino effect.
Anyways, I’m still here and still have hope. Hope will only evapourate whenever I’m pushing daisies. 🙂