Good afternoon Bloggets. Feeling sad. My love has just left
the building. It’s three in the
afternoon. He got up at half seven and worked in the home office for a few
hours then we had a couple of hours to get stuff sorted for him to go away. I hate
this, it’s a reminder of so much sadness. I also feel for Hub as it’s a lot of
stress travelling alone and especially all of the travel he has to do over the
next few days. He has a six hour train journey with a transfer included. At
least he has the lovely Little Fella. Waggs would not be impressed but she has
a new toy to play with. I kept it so
she would have something to take her mind off her little brother and Daddy
leaving the house. It’s of course the
noisiest toy ever and she is taking advantage of that fact.
This morning I made a quiche. As teen came in from work for
his lunch, he saw the quiche in the oven and asked if he could have some? I
said no it’s for dinner. So I prepared
Hub some to take with him as by the time he gets to his destination tonight it
will be closer to eleven and everything will be closed. I also made myself a
vegetarian pie. There is a tray of chicken out of the freezer and later on
tonight, I will prepare a large pasta dish for teen tomorrow. So food all sorted
and most of the ironing is done, just have to dust and then the front of the
house windows I should do, but need to climb ladders to do that and with my
painful leg, not sure that would be a good idea, unless I do it just after I
take my pain killers? I have bought the fancy stuff and good old Aspirin is the
best to remove most of the pain.
Teen not in till later much later tonight. He was working
most of yesterday then him and Shamrock went to the coast lucky things, it
sounds like they had a great time. She for sure is great for him as far as
doing things with him. It’s not all about fancy restaurants and designer this
and that with this girl, unlike another I could think of if I wanted to… This
girl has her feet firmly fitted on the ground and they walked along the beach,
went to the amusement arcades and played some fun games there as well as a game
of pool and a turn on the dance mat, smile, I’m sure something to eat would be
involved too, knowing our Son.
LF went to the vet last week and they think he has just been
a little keen when on a free run and hurt his shoulder muscle but now he is
fine. Gosh packing everything in Hubs tiny work bag has been a challenge. Remind
me why I ironed his shirts? Along with a foldable dog dish dog food, some treats
and doggy doodle bags, as well as a kindle his phone, lap top earphones and
plugs then of course there is all the Braille notes he took. Tickets money
cards and toilet bag. Just to name part, but most of his bag, then I put in his
pack lunch or evening snack.
He will be shattered when he returns as he is doing loads of
the work I have been told he has most of the classes and has a lot of work
around that to do. And the travel of
course is never good. Just reminded me of those awful days when he would leave
for America and that would be for or five days, then he had to go onto Canada
from there and sometimes he would head to somewhere like Japan Germany or even
Africa. Then he would come home for a couple of days, remove the clothes from
his case and replace them with clean sometimes he would go from summer clothing
to winter, there were times when he had to take a choice of different clothing
It would be really awkward if he was going to a country that was red hot on arrival,
so he couldn’t wear a thick coat, it would have to go in the case as after a
few days in the heat in may be India, he would be going onto snowy
surroundings.
I can’t remember the countries that were involved, but on
his last year at his old job, he would wake in the morning and then he had
meetings all day, come the evening he would leave for the airport and arrive
hours later, but it would be morning there, as the time difference was so
different. So on his arrival, he was expected to work all day meaning it would
be two days before he would get some sleep. He would come home shattered bless
him, only to turn around and start again.
So in reality this is a breeze, mind you, he is in Reading days after he
gets back from this trip, and he has been asked to play piano for the church
this Sunday as well as an early start on Saturday to visit our friends, so you
know what they say, no rest for the wicked. Smile.
I’m listening to a great song it’s Indian but don’t have a
clue what it means I just love the tune. I have loads of Indian music on my
play lists.
Hub asked me to put on some music before he left, he said I
shouldn’t be alone with silence, it’s not good for me. He also thought it would
help the wagging one to be calm… So far so good.
There is a new album I need to look at by my childhood crush
Shaking Stevens. It’s called Echoes of our times. My ex Husband took me kindly
to see him seven times but that was when I had sight, he was so handsome,
Shaking Stevens that was, smile, but when I lost my sight, I really didn’t see
the point of going to any concerts. You may as well turn on a CD loudly. My thoughts
on that subject slightly changed over the years and I have been to some great
shows, but it’s not the same to be honest it’s not like seeing your hero in the
flesh sort of speak.
I have a date for my interview. It’s next Tuesday. Friends
are asking am I anxious? Answer no not at all. It will be my first proper interview,
I do not have a clue what on earth to expect and I may find myself totally out
of my depth and look a fool, but all I can do is be myself I guess the reason I’m
not anxious is because I don’t know what to expect, I hate the doctors and
stuff like that, because I know what is coming. May be after this interview, if
I ever go for another job I will be scared out of my mind because I know how I
felt during my last one. I have been looking for a job around here but can’t
find anything at all. Every job requires previous experience at that particular
job. How can you get experience if no one will give you a break? This job is
kind of different in the respect that it’s unique in not really having a
particular specification you just have to be a good all-rounder or did I get
that wrong? Haha. It’s an hour long, they either have a lot of questions or
they know how much I can talk!!! Joking a side, I only know that there will be
at least two people interviewing me as when Hub interviews there is always two
involved and when he has been for interviews, there has been at least two sometimes
four people interviewing, so I presume because this job is one that is a little
bit different it will be two people? Gosh I hope they will be nice and not
patronising? Who am I? I have asked myself this so much since I first applied for
the role, how dare I think I can do such a job? But then I know I can.
I will just have to wait and see whoever is interviewing me
will see what I am about and what I can give to the organisation, though I
doubt there are that many people with such an open mind out there. I will of
course have loads to learn, and that is what I need, to learn. I don’t think
you ever stop learning, my mind is so that if I think I know something, I will
have to move onto the next subject just to keep active. Hence I write so much,
to keep my brain working, there are only so many dishes a girl can wash, and
shirts I can iron.
I had to write something like a test for the job interview.
It’s written but there is a part I had to write with it a motion…. The motion
had to be no more than two lines and the writing I had to put forward no more
than five hundred words and guess what? My lap top has stuffed up and every time
I do word count it stops talking, so I am going to have to count the words one
by one, how blooming tiresome will that be? I guess what I write will go
towards points for the interview? As writing is my strongest gift I can offer,
I just hope it will be good enough.
time to give the
Wagging one some attention and a groom. I guess the normal shall take part Hub
away, Fifi will play, and my toys are my poems… Yep, be afraid of what will
come from my mind over the next few days. And the person I met the other day,
thankfully they met me rather local so I went with my killing knee and met with
them, they were very pleased and all was fine, Wagga was perfectly well behaved
and we returned home safely.
Later with love. X
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