MOT time…

I’m sat in waiting room at the garage while they do my MOT test. I’m wound up so tight about it. Given my luck recently they will probably condemn it. The last thing I want is to have to get my bicycle together and start riding to work. Wherever work may be, when I get a job.

I’m thoroughly depressed today. I’ve been going through my tech as I plan to put a permanent Ethernet socket in my Princelings room. It’s been so long since I configured the access points. I’ve probably forgotten more than I have learned. I thought that seeing as I have quite a bit of expensive kit here, I should setup the CCTV and look into contents insurance. More networking knowledge to relearn. To be fair, I enjoyed the process. All setup on motion detect, I got it all set up nicely.

The car failed it’s MOT. Outer CV boot, washer not working and the bonnet wouldn’t close. Weird. Never had an issue with the bonnet before, despite it being creased. I oiled the latch and hey presto, it closed. Muppets. Looks like the credit cards are going to take a bashing. The quote wasn’t bad at all to be fair and now it’s all done and legal I’m more relaxed. I think I like this car. It stops, it goes round corners (even in the wet!) and is really good on fuel. All of which were problems with the last car.

I got a text from the agency to say I am booked into the induction at the new vaccine centre on Saturday. Nice, about time I got a break. About an hour later, I got another text to say that the original pay rates given were incorrect. The amended list was a lot better. I attended the induction for an hour and a half but I got paid for four hours. ‘This bodes well.’ I thought to myself.

Later that day, I got confirmation of my starting on Monday. Sweet. Like I said, It’s about time we got a break.

Throughout all of this, I never did and still haven’t stopped thinking about My Lady. I’m sick of feeling so damn lonely and despairing. I accepted that this would be with me forever some time ago, but sometimes I just want the whole world to stop so I can get off. Being “Strong” all the time is really f**king boring sometimes… I don’t want to be strong. Of course there are times where I’ve been able to have (many) meltdowns that no one knows about, but still…

Another phase complete then. A new job. Decent money. Lets see what Monday holds…