Me time.

I nodded off after all last night. This morning I woke with an attitude on. Today I’m taking some me time. Sod what anyone else wants, other than Precious of course, being her birthday. No Dad’s Taxi, nothing. I’ll do us lunch and dinner but other than that, I’m off duty. It’s still cold outside but I’m trying to acclimatise by having the back door open. It wouldn’t hurt to air the house out today anyway.

I decided to fix some of the outhouse. I did a good job on the door. It’s so nice to be able to fully close the damn thing. I can feel the house warming up already. Halfway through fixing the door, I stop for a cigarette and check my email. Tomorrows shift has been cancelled. Of course it has. Why am I not surprised? Great, more stress. Job hunting we will go.

Me time? What was I thinking? How dare I even entertain the thought? I mean, give me a fucking break…

So I’m now sat here in the same position I was in a few months ago. Maybe my dear friend and adopted brother was right? Good money or not, a permanent position would at least give some stability to work from. I’m not even sure I want a tech job though, I don’t know why. I’m sick of the ‘make do’ vibe. Transferrable skills but no career. Same old, same old.

That was a few days ago now. I’m sat in the waiting room of the MOT centre. I hate this. If it fails badly I can’t afford to fix it. This is one reason My Lady got a nearly new car. We could afford it back then. Much as I’m handy with the spanner’s, there’s only so much I can do. Even aside from being able to afford parts, my tool kit is limited and getting old now too. I spent a couple of years self employed servicing cars. But it’s really not fun anymore, especially in the winter.

As I’m sat here I overhear a conversation the receptionist is having with a customer. “Oh I’m sorry for your loss.” Can I not get away from death for just a little while? Just hearing about someone dying is a trigger to varying degrees. One of my neighbours was killed in a car crash last month. I’ll never forget him. As we drove past him in the day of the funeral, he was stood at the side of the road, hand on heart and tears in his eyes. Hmm, just writing about that is triggering me a bit.

So let’s see what happens. Job wise, I might end up in the bread warehouse again just to fill the gaps.

So that was a while ago again. I had a job interview this week which I smashed out of the park and secured the role. Finally a break on the job front. Let’s see what life has in store now…