I didn’t go back to the job. Instead, I got an appointment – by phone – in a few weeks with my Key Worker and Shrink about a diagnosis of General Anxiety Disorder. For now, I have a leaflet about Anxiety.
My brother wanted a drive-in test for Covid last week. He didn’t get one, but I got a home-kit test; which I did yesterday morning. God willing, it will be another negative. It might be my hayfever acting up that’s making my throat sore.
I got a Tonic drink- that I ordered from Holland and Barrett. Because of that, I feel more energised. Plus, I am taking Vitamin C tablets – fizzy. Perhaps online shopping isn’t so bad. 🙂
This week is the week where public-sector workers are on annual leave; due to ‘The Twelfth.’ I am still awaiting a refund from EasyJet. I passed on the contacts to the Consumer Council; only to find out that they’re off all week, and most of the staff are furloughed. That’s what happens whenever a country is so dependent on the Government for employment. 😦
And I am pissed off at Thierry Henry. US issues have NO PLACE in Football. 😐
Today is American Mother’s Day. I remembered that when talking to my Canadian friend today; she can’t visit her mum’s grave, because Canada still shuts down the cemeteries. At least we’re making more process.
Last night, I was meant to see an Otis Redding Tribute Act in Belfast. Perhaps I was licking my wounds by having a rough weekend. However, I have come out better. This evening, I will try and bid for the one affordable lot from the Art Battle auction done by Manchester Artists. It’s for the NHS and helping the nighttime economy in that city.
I am on the reserve list for the PPE mask-manufacturing jobs in Magherafelt. If someone chickens out, I might get shortlisted. Fingers crossed.
My brother’s final University exams are this coming week. He’ll graduate next month – no formal ceremony. He’ll be home at the end of June. He deserves to put his feet up once he’s back home.
Today is the seventy-fifth anniversary of VE Day. It was the day we tore the Fascists down. 😀
On Sunday evening, I had watched a live stream of an art battle in Manchester. All pieces of artwork are for auction this week. However, I impulsively made bids on two lots, which is just another expense for me. However, I contacted the auctioneer, and he was grateful to cancel my bids after I explained my situation. Plus, I made two online donations to UnitedWeStreamGM over the past weekend, and there was an issue with Virgin Giving. Has there been a spat over Sir Richard Branson’s support of the Tories? Who knows.
There have been a few deaths recently, over the past month. However, I won’t get into hysterics over COVID-19. The mum of a neighbour of mine died yesterday evening, and she had been battling cancer. There are other ways to die.
I’m concerned about the possibility of vaccination being a requirement for travelling, or even finding public sector work. However, these demons are only defeated through prayer and fasting. 😀
This coming May, I plan to repair the grave of my gran’s parents – and her brother from Nottingham – to get it ship-shape and Bristol fashion again. The site has been left to wreck-and-ruin – after decades of negligence. It’s optimum time to organise the graves; now that cemeteries in Northern Ireland have reopened.
Also, tomorrow would have been the ninety-fifth birthday of gran. She would have wanted me to organise the graves. I’m hoping that my brother would provide a contribution to the cost.
Also, I ordered a new mattress for my brother’s bed here; he will return home at the end of June. I had to stop feeling sorry for myself, after hearing that a brother of a neighbour has spinal cancer. I’m grateful to be fit and healthy.
Oil is at knockdown prices. I plan to order more heating oil on Friday. God willing, four-hundred litres will get me close to full.
In the Eighties, there were tv commercials here for an English Insurance company called Commercial Union – with a Citroën 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 £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. 🙂
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. 🙂
This morning I had a job interview with Bannvale Credit Union in Portglenone. Last week, after hearing the offer for an interview, my cleaner helped find a used car for me; which I paid for and insured. The car is a 2008 Black Peugeot 308 Turbodiesel. Nippy, but not good news whenever it gets colder.
Yesterday, I had a massage with my complementary therapist, and she gave me a bottle of rescue remedy for me. This morning, I overused it; and was hyper. Time-wise, I don’t operate on a regular schedule. If you have no job, no kids and no patience, ‘taking your time’ is like having a loaded gun pointed to your forehead.
On Saturday, I drove to Portadown to get a train to and from Belfast to see an art exhibition by a Chinese artist; for Chinese New Year. Then I drove to Loughgall chapel; with three and a half hours to kill before an anniversary mass for a relative’s mother-in-law. Being left to one’s elements – with the time constraints of others – meant that I rely on my phone, and 4G, to keep me company.
However, Belfast Trust has got back to me about possibly volunteering at Lifeline Helpline. I did a quick résumé for them; and will call them first thing tomorrow. Also, I plan to apply for an engineering apprenticeship with NIE. God loves a trier. 🙂
Tunes (and clips)
I was at a Christian Café 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?”
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. 🙂
I switched from EE to Three for my broadband. However, it’s horrendously slow and unreliable; my upload speeds are only in K; I’m not s**tting you.
Yesterday, I had to pay for new blades for my windscreen wipers and also fix the motor as the fast wiping didn’t work. More expenses. I had to call Lifeline, Samaritans and a friend from America to outreach.
One positive that I can use either one of my phones as a Hotspot in the meantime. But sometimes I wish I was Amish and never had to worry about Technology.
The Twelfth was last Friday – the day celebrating the Victory of William III over James II in 1690. As eggs are eggs, there are sectarian conflicts then. A Catholic man was savagely attacked in Kilkeel; while a Protestant Couple from Castledawson were chased out of their home by a Republican Mob. Most in Northern Ireland holiday away during then. I stayed at home. Although I bought groceries at Springisland Store that morning.
On Sunday, I went to People’s Park in Dun Laoghaire for a picnic with a Meetup group. The Meetup itself was run by an American woman who Lectures at a Protestant Theological College based in Carolina. (not sure which one, though) She said she has done missionary work in Africa and is in Ireland to do consultancy for the College.
Yesterday – Tuesday – I signed off the Condition Management Programme. I have now progressed to Antrim New Horizons. If I don’t start with them next Monday, it will be a few months later.
Last week, I was at the Apple Store in Belfast, as my MacBook Pro has a broken r key. Turned out that the MacBook Pro is too old to be fixed. However, I was advised to buy a remote keypad. Then, I ordered a Logitech keypad from Amazon. It arrived on Thursday. Then I had to use DuckDuckGo to learn how to open the battery latch. (Bluetooth didn’t work on my MacBook Pro)
Also, last week, I got to see my Cousin’s kids from Dubai. They were with the seven-year-old son of my other Cousin, and they were playing Minecraft on their Tablets. Being modern kids, the boy from Dubai called his Cousin a, “Douche!” while the girl said, “OMG!” I got some laughs out of that.