Going to any lengths to find work

Next Tuesday I have a job interview with a car hire company based in Jordanstown – between Carrickfergus and Belfast – and this time I AM willing to attend the interview, having turned down so many offers for interviews due to travel issues. However, with my new car and an increased sense of motivation, I feel that I can manage the journey for work.

This afternoon I drove to Derry and back for a careers fair at Ebrington House, former Army Barack turned into a social setting, however it was predominantly for kids. But I did buy an ice cream there and submit both printed resumés I had. One to an IT firm for a US insurance company and the other to an Insurance company who operate locally who have a call centre in Derry. Driving to and from Derry is a forced exercise for me due to the Sperrins being dissected by the main road from Belfast to Derry, but I faced my fears and got home safely.

However, there was a band in one of the tents at the careers fair playing cover versions of ‘Get Back’ by the Beatles and ‘High and Dry’ by Radiohead. 🙂 Perhaps there is hope for future generations. 🙂

Yesterday I observed the Minute Silence for the kids killed in Monday’s Suicide Bombing in Manchester. To Hell with suicide bombers and those who fund them. (won’t mention names)

No job to show for it (poem I worte about being unable to find work – contains profanity)

Dotted the Is and crossed the Ts!

Obtained a Postgrad!

Worked voluntary!

But no job to show for it!

Got off benefits after gran’s death!

God rest her, she thought all Protestants were in the UVF!

But I distanced myself from being sectarian!

Yet still became a statistic among young male aryans!

No job to show for it!

Got to install Linux!

Got to sample life in Belfast!

So much change, yet in many ways the same

incarcerated by its paranoid past!

No job to show for it!

Got advice about my Asperger’s!

Shone like th Sun building Lego!

I had to do a lot of growing up after isolation in Ardboe!

But no job to show for it!

Was a Government Stooge, then embraced the right!

To get what I wanted was simple!

Stand my ground and fight!

Still no job to show for it!

Voted for peace!

Opposed Labour’s war!

Defied Tory narcissism!

Defied the troubles even more!

But no job to show for it!

Blog and write!

Test and code!

Stopped becoming middle of the road!

Still no job to show for it!

Did the right thing!

Gave a fuck!

Had some moments of very good luck!

However no job to show for it!

Did well in School!

Followed the rules!

Studied rather than play pool!

But no job to show for it!

Distinction in Text Production!

Pass in Word Processing!

Survived two recessions!

No job to show for it!

Been on back to work schemes!

Tried to live out my childhood dreams!

However no job to show for it!

No longer drinking the Kool-Aid!

In the game of Hearts that’s life I always get the Queen of Spades!

Because I have no job to show for it!

Haiku list about my day last Saturday (06 May 2017)

Turkish Barbershop!

Waiting for the opening!

Need to get a shave!

Drive home to Ardboe!

Avoiding approaching car!

Home from Old Coagh Road!

Using Ubuntu!

Using LibreOffice there!

And also use Skype!

Laundry on the line!

Gorgeous day for drying them!

Got them dried today!

Getting my car washed!

Only cost me four quid, like!

Then to Coagh Chemist!

Waiting to pass time!

Clearing out my mental block!

Keeps me occupied!

Newport County safe!

Was an almighty battle!

Winning goal near end!

Shopping at Lidl!

Drove to Cookstown yet again!

Got what I needed!

Blogged about a job!

Brother offering me his!

Great minds think alike!

Marks and Spencer tracks!

Research new song name online!

Posted from YouTube!

Talk to Skype buddy!

Needs pain killers for migraines!

Giving up smoking!

Barber’s TV on!

Car renovation program!

Fixing GTI!

Living quiet life!

No local shenanigans!

Cleaner tells me all!

Last ditch call on phone!

Talking to support worker!

Let her know job news!

Preparing for bed!

Had a nice relaxing day!

On my iPad now!

House is still pristine!

Didn’t even need effort!

Just don’t do too much!

Haiku about my day last Monday (01 May 2017)

Talked to Brocagh man!

A cousin of Brocagh John!

At the Old Thatch Inn!

Up at eleven!

Clapped out after yesterday!

Long distance driving!

Having a Red Bull!

At the Cove, Ballyronan!

I shouldn’t drink that!

Saw an old School friend!

Married to an IT guy!

Childer there also!

Home via bypass!

Heading from Castledawson!

Then relative’s house!

Had a well-done steak!

Not the type to eat it rare!

Not a beef person!

WiFi doesn’t work!

At the Old Thatch Restaurant!

Same for Brocagh man!

The same Brocagh man!

No BT Infinity!

Not even Bluebox!

Gorgeous day outside!

Spent most of it inside, though!

Following snooker!

A bit scatterbrained!

Forgot about appointment!

Was for last Wednesday!

Talked to relative!

Said his uncle drove buses!

Coventry City!

Doing to-do list!

Planning for tomorrow’s chores!

Need to plan bettter!

The runs this morning!

Mad rush to get to toilet!

Held on for too long!

World snooker final!

The missed black didn’t matter!

Selby was too good!

May Bank Holiday!

Another one in four weeks!

A four day weekend!

Merging PDFs!

Needed to pay for service!

At forty-two quid!

Approaching the endgame

My brother, who was working for Marks and Spencer in Cookstown and is set to begin both a placement and scholarship with Randox Laboratories in Crumlin – County Antrim, is considering offering me his job. His manager will speak to me some time next week. However, the most important thing is not to look a gift horse in the mouth and continue applying for other jobs in the meantime.

However this will be a golden opportunity to ask for what I need. Learning to stand on my own two feet has matured me and all the trials and tribulations I had to endure beforehand have allowed me to become more productive. It’s like Parkinson’s Law – work extends to meet deadline. Perhaps my university degree wasn’t such a waste of time after all.

Becoming a valuable asset in the place I worked at in Magherafelt and my domestic chores mean that I am a good worker and can adapt to changing situations. No more lallygagging anymore. 🙂

Also, I can use my Asperger’s to my advantage as my employment advisor could explain to my brother’s manager how it affects me in a working environment. It would be more ‘show me, tell me’.

Light at the end of the tunnel?

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.

Heroes must suffer

http://www.stevenpressfield.com/2017/04/make-your-hero-suffer-2/#comment-132469

I have realised that we must all suffer at first to live a fulfilling life in the end. Diamonds are simply million year-old trees. It seems that artists in particular – be it painters, writers or creative types in general – have a pretty tempestuous life. But we come out stronger.

Yesterday I drove to Plumbridge as a trial run drive in preparation for a job I applied for to see if I would go for at least an interview. But I was going through a road past the Sperrins I had never been on before and was so consumed by fear; driving new places these past few years has been a forced exercise for me. But in the end, when heading back, I realised that driving on a road I wasn’t comfortable with for a part time job wouldn’t be worth it. The juice just isn’t worth the squeeze.

However, today, I went to the place in Magherafelt I used to live at and went gardening this morning and early afternoon. It was good to muck about with my old posse. I even heard from the gardening expert there that the soil contains serotonin. No wonder I felt better. 🙂

Now this evening I’m not attending the art class. I need to slow down the pace a bit. My uncle had a suspected heart attack and is in the Royal Hospital in Belfast. My health is my wealth, for now.