Saturday, 26 March 2011

Dear Career Agony Aunt..........

When I first started working at a hospital, I thought it was a little bit creepy that there was a funeral directors' shop on one of the street corners opposite.

It came in dead handy when my uncle died, however, as it meant I didn't have to take time off to order the headstone.

I could do it in my lunch hour, instead.


In recent weeks, two more funeral directors have opened up directly opposite our main entrance.

Being sandwiched between the two new funeral directors is hardly a ringing endorsement for the greasy spoon cafe, either, although the customers are in the best place for after care should the English fried breakfasts do their worst.

However, as the growth industry around the hospital where I work seems to be funeral directors, should I be worried?

Wednesday, 23 March 2011

Inspiration, motivation.....where are you now?

I have collected a vast amount of cross stitch paraphernalia over the years and it's embarrassing.

So much so, that I've made it a New Year's resolution to start to get through it all.

My new rule is not to buy any more patterns or magazines until I've worked my way through the collection of craft stuff I've already got.

That will probably take me to retirement.

I've got yarn to knit scarves, crochet hooks, kits I've acquired or bought for myself, patterns, books with more patterns and magazines. It's the magazines I'm kicking myself over most of all.

Overpriced magazines with patterns I could have paid much less for or free gifts that weren't worth having.

Like this little guy.........

I have never sent cross stitched Christmas cards to anyone in my life and, frankly, what do I do with only one? It even came with it's own little envelope. What was I thinking?

I know what I was thinking.....

New cross stitch magazine!
And it's got a free gift, too!
£5 for more crap I don't need!
I want it!
I want it!
I want it!

Without a thought in my little head about cost, the time and patience needed to work the pattern and the sheer uselessness of the thing (Now I've made it up, I can't sell it as it's copyrighted), I bought yet another stupid item to add to the rest of the stupid items I already own.

One time I had this genius idea to buy a magazine that had two free gifts accidentally packed into the plastic bag that held them and the magazine.

That was fine for the first one which I gave away to a lady who was made redundant from our section and found work elsewhere..............

.......but frankly, I can't face stitching the other one.
And now I've stalled. I've even got a nice buy-one-get-one-free frame (with mount) from Boots the Chemist to put it into as well.
Nope. It's just sitting there in an old chocolate box waiting to be done.
I'll try stitching something else in the meantime..............if I can be bothered.

Sunday, 20 March 2011

Spider legs and hormones

This is what happens when you're born with a liiiiiiiiiiittle too much hair.

Nowadays, when I'm in a hurry, I'll shave my forehead to stop my eyebrows making a desperate run for my hairline.

It's just possible to see some of the white hairs that I missed when trying to pluck the eyebrows.

And yes, that is a very heavily hooded eye. I'm getting no thinner and the upper eyelids are starting to rest on the upper lashes.

I shave my beard at least once a day but as my moustache is just starting to darken, all I have to do is pluck the odd hair here and there.

My facial hair is, otherwise snowy white. Thank God.

The eyelashes are starting to get a little longer and the ones in the corners are irritating but I can pluck those.

To stop me looking like an albino with a bad dye job, I dye my eyebrows and eyelashes. Now and again, I'll experiment with mascara as well. If I use eyelash curlers, the longer lashes reach my eyebrows.

Yes. I pluck my eyelashes and shave my forehead and beard. It won't be long before I have to add the moustache too.

Ah, femininity! What's that?

Sunday, 13 March 2011

Now where was I.........

The last year has gone from bad to worse starting with my uncle dying less than two weeks into my new job (that was a barrel of laughs) to my Dad requiring nursing home care. I have fabulous brothers who are dealing with the day to day things there.

My job has gone from full time permanent (as I was assured of in interview) to a temporary contract. Continued employment from the end of January 2013 depends on passing an exam. Two exams. Hard ones. Exams which people three years into the job have failed first, second and third time around.

My house is still a building site - with my Dad incapacitated, my brothers helping him and on a very low wage I alone have neither the time nor the money to get stuff done.

The place where I work has been in the local and national news as has a previous employer.

The commute from Wolverhampton to Walsall by bus is a screaming nightmare and I'm still fat, hairy, spotty and depressed.

So depressed in fact, that I now qualify for treatment at Wolverhampton Healthy Minds. Treatment so far has consisted of a series of wonky Powerpoint presentations in a local hotel, with the option of more one to one sessions later.

Oh, the joy.

The derelict hospital I live near may have something happen soon, but we're not holding our collective breath as much has been promised before in the Sainbury's/Tesco War of Raglan Street.

So, all in all it's been a horrible year all round not just for me but for a large part of the world in general.

Gawd 'elp us all!