Wednesday 24 October 2012

Sad Things

Today I am sad, so I will tell you of my sads and then write about some happy things. And then I'll hit "Publish" for extra catharsis value.

This post has no pictures. Sorry 'bout that. Is cos I'm brain-dumping my thoughts in to type so I can sleep tonight. 

Right now there are 5 working days remaining on my contract at my current job. After that, zilcho. Two of those days are the rest of this week. On day 3 (Monday) my Supervisor returns from holiday and may have some answers, on day 4 I have an interview for the job I'm doing right now (temporarily) and on day 5 I may have to say thanks for the shitz and giggles and at 5pm promptly f**k off* home.

Last night I discovered that my bank have helped themselves to £80 of my money with no notice, and filling that hole left me with £6.12 left this month without going overdrawn or touching savings. Now I'll get paid soon, but I'm not sure when, or how much.

A week ago some toss-pot with a brand new pair of bolt-cutters nicked off with the very shiny and most likely rather ouch-ping-expensive bike that I've had on long term loan from a very good friend, and I haven't summoned up the guts to tell her.

Those are my sads. Oh, and my parents are coming to stay, which is lovely but it does mean that this weekend is going to involve housework and getting a haircut**, and I'm slightly scared of people who are more socially-adept than me, which is why I go Scottish Dancing and avoid hairdressers.

I have good things around me too. I have a place to stay, and it's lovely. I have half an amazeballs*** tent that I went to stay in last weekend and didn't die or get frostbite or anything. I have a job, for now, and I'm not doing that crappy shop job any more. I've a gig this coming weekend with the band and a calling gig in two weeks time, so I can afford to eat. I've also got a good-to-fair chance of getting the job I interview for, but I sneezed**** three times today and my colleague said, "one's a wish, two's a kiss, three's a disappointment". Please pray that I DO NOT have a prophetic nose.

And I have plans.

Eventually I will put them together in a blog-friendly form and tell you all, or at least mostly, about them.

I will have a campsite. Possibly a cute wee hostel. Cheap and cute and exciting and individual and comfy places to go on holiday. Most likely with an option for food. B&B but cheaper and with much, much more soul. And prettier.

Somewhere that will let me live in the sticks and look after people for a little while and make my own rules and hopefully just enough money to live on. Something exciting, and physical, and creative. And yes, bloody hard work, but work where I can see some sort of progress. So I'm saving, and planning, and dreaming. Next month I may even go to some free business classes.






*Still can't quite bring myself to swear in writing. Jesus is watching, and he can read. 

**I have an interview on the same day as my Mother gets in to town. I think the universe is telling me to go get a haircut.

***This is a silly word that I don't believe in.

****Sneezed/Snoze? Answers on a postcard?