Another Deadline…

Well, Monday was the cut off for the next stage of applying for a job.  I made it, just.

I know it doesn’t put me in good stead but I hate deadlines.  Really, hate them.  I must admit when it comes to work, I’ve never ever missed one.  Well, not in the last nine years anyway.

But, those deadlines are usually ones that are for the job I’m doing, so are fairly interesting.  The other one isn’t.  All the other one is, is making sure I fill in a form where I have tobig myself up, so that my name is considered for a job I don’t want.  Hardly an incentive.

Alas, needs must.  Admittedly I’ve left it to the last minute, which is mainly due to the fact that I am so busy doing the job that they don’t think they need anymore (breathe….) but it was done.  Begrudgingly.

So what now? 

Now I wait.  Wait to hear if I have been selected for interview, again for a job I don’t want.  Is it just me, or would you struggle to find enthusiasm too?!

Anyway, just thought I would update anybody that was interested, and would urge you all to keep your fingers crossed for me.  Using well wishing alone, maybe you can help me get a job!

Positive thoughts……….GO!

deadline

Toddle Off!

People, people!! 

We are through the looking glass here people!

‘El Destructo’ has now become a vastly improved machine of devastation.  Yes, you got it, the boy is now officially walking!

Ok, I suppose it’s more toddling, but we have since disposed of the need for furniture and people to walk around the room.  Yep, now nothing is safe…

I must admit, we were wondering how long it would actually take him to make the transition from cruising on the furniture to full on walking, it does appear that he very much works to his own timescale.  He was the same with the whole rolling over, crawling, etc.  He just seems to want to be independent, which is dangerous in a child that isn’t even one yet…

Anyway, he has found his feet and is already terrorising the household.  He can already be found wandering around with that ‘what can I destroy next’ look on his face, the cats already know to hide and his sister has been warned.  Let the joy begin!

I think it is safe to say that ‘baby’ has definitely now been replaced with a ‘person’.

Christ, that was quick….

El Destructo

(Photo a bit blurred, rubbish phone, but he wouldn’t stay still.  He thinks I wanted the sock that was in his mouth.  Yes, dear readers, a sock… *shakes head*)

That time already!?!

13 days and counting……

That is how long I have left to prepare for the boys’ birthday. 

Can you believe that the little so and so is going to be one already!?  Yes, one.

It’s unbelievable to think how quickly the past year has gone and disappeared.  I can actually still remember the night he was born and the events preceding, which is astonishing in itself when you take into account how useless my memory is, as if it were only a few weeks ago.

I know it’s all down here from here, but I think we were extremely lucky, yet again, to get such a happy and contented child.  We haven’t really had any problems with him as yet (knock on all wood please) but he still seems a happy chappy.  Must be in the genes….

The daughter was a contented child, until she learnt to talk and think for herself, now every day is full of back chat and the use of the word ‘no’.  That doesn’t particularly go down well…

Anyway, the birthday is fast approaching.  The gifts are being organised by the wife, but I’ve been trying to maybe make my own decorations for the front room.  Only problem is, albeit I’m not completely creative when it comes to making things, what the hell does a one year old like??  I mean, he watches the tv with his sister of a morning when daddy is still waking up, but I couldn’t tell you his favourite.  He watches everything.  Does that mean I have artistic freedom in creating decorations?  I can mix Fireman Sam with Bubble GuppiesOctonauts with Granny Murray?  Tikkabilla with Postman Pat?

I suppose that would make it easier.  Bit odd mind.

Luckily I believe that it will only be the family attending the house so it won’t matter too much, but still.

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Oh yeah, forgot to mention, I reckon by the time we get to his first birthday, he should be walking.  He’s pretty much nailed the standing alone unaided bit, and he’s getting pretty quick at walking short distances.  Obviously when he’s tired, he spends more time on the floor than anywhere else, but he’s getting there!!

That’s my boy.

The Boy!

Decision time…

Right, today’s the day.

You may have noticed me mention that I don’t currently have a permanent job?  Well, as part of the whole process, I have to submit a form today, where I chose some vacancies from a list that I would like to put my name down for.

Obviously it’s not that simple, wish that it were.  No, I give my preferences, they record it, other information gets assessed and then interviews can commence.  Then wait.

I hate interviews.  I hate applying for jobs in general if I’m honest, but needs must.  There is just one little problem….

Of all the jobs on the list, of which there aren’t many, not one of them takes my fancy.  Not one.  Not blowing my own trumpet but it’s not a case of talent or ability, I could do any job of my grade, but I have to take into account my penchant for getting bored.  I don’t like mundane jobs, routine tasks, I like to have a variety of things to do.  This is why I have lasted in my current, sorry old, job for eight years or so, variety.

I get bored so easily!

Anyway, today is deadline day and I can’t decide what to do.  Do I sit and read about all the details of each position or do I just get my darts out?!  Slightly more fun version than using a pin and a blindfold!

Keep your fingers cross for me!

Decision Time

A little proud

Please don’t get me wrong, I’m not usually one for self promotion nor do I have a large ego but I am a little bit proud of myself.

I’ll explain.

I’m 31 years old and overweight.  I’m not proud of that but I also can’t hide it!
For years I’ve been saying, as has everyone else, that I need to lose weight.  But having an office job for the last eleven years, that was approximately one minute away from the office, not much exercise ever took place.

But for some reason in the Summer something clicked in my brain.  As I say I’m not one of these people that have to tell the world exactly whats going in my life (yes, I know I’m writing a blog about what’s going on my life, I get it!) but I am genuinely chuffed with myself.

Since June, through doing more exercise and not eating as much rubbish but not following a diet, I have lost weight.  I am so proud, but embarrassed it’s taken so long…

Anyway, last Monday I hit the latest milestone, hence why I’m telling you now. 

Since June I have lost three stone!!  Yes people, proud.

Remember the Diet!

New job? No, just new house…

So, here we are again.

Right, well I still don’t have a job lined up but I have moved.  I have now moved into another house which is literally about a thirty second walk from the old house.

Yes, I can hear you, I believe ‘why’ is the question you are asking.  Ok, I’ll explain.

I work for the Civil Service and subsequently live in Government housing on the site where I work.  Very good for me as I don’t drive and the nearest town is about ten mile away, bad because I don’t drive and the nearest town is ten mile away.  Anyway…

The old house was oil fired central heating, really expensive to buy in bulk, but the heating system was also starting to fail.  It had all been there since the fifties and never replaced. So it really wasn’t being efficient, couple that with the inability to constantly purchase oil and the metal frame windows, all sorts of problems occur.

Well, suffice it to say, the new place has had a brand new system put into place which is said to be really green and efficient.  I’ll tell you when the first electric bill comes in, but it’s on constantly and it’s lovely!  It’s got new carpets, new paint, just feels better already.

The kids and animals have settled in instantly, which is a bonus, and even the missus has stopped moaning as much!  (Sorry dear, not quite true….)

But you know the really weird thing??  My department used to be based in a house on site, and I worked in that house for about six years.

Yeah, guess which house I’ve moved in to…..

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