Lost my job nearly 2 weeks ago. The search for a new one has begun. It’s not proving easy. The 2-3 days after losing my job, was a whole lot of numb, tears, panic, outright scariness. However, in true Sagittarian style, I will refuse to take it lying down. The pity party was okay for those few days, but you can’t live in that place forever, quite simply because it makes you a totally boring and self-centred kind of person.
So I put my big girl panties on, some lippy, and keep moving forward. Albeit at a very slow pace, but any moving is good right? I took this picture of this lovely late summer rose yesterday, its delicate pink softness against the strong blue of the sky was a delightful contrast. It reminded me that despite how grim life is currently feeling, I am lucky to be surrounded by so much beauty, not to mention the enormous amounts of love poured all over me by some very special friends. The friends that pull you into their arms, tell you they love you and how much they value you, and then tell you that you don’t have to deal with this alone, because they will drag you through this, onwards and upwards!
The reality is, this shitty thing has happened. I can’t change it. It happened for a reason right? So the best thing to do, is to hold onto hope. Find joy in the myriad of amazingness that is everywhere. Trust and hope, belief in the intangible. And just plain old stubborness.
Laughing is always going to be better than crying. So fingers crossed. The perfect job is out there for me, just waiting for me to come along and snatch it up. My hands are open and ready.
My small dog, Snoopy. Little treasure. When does that thing happen, when you look at their little face, and suddenly it has started to look old? I think it’s the grey eyebrows. Can’t pinpoint when they “turned”. Such a dear little face, little grains of sand stuck to his nose. Very happy because (a) he’s at the beach and (b) he’s at the beach with his Mama.
We can learn SO much from dogs. It really is the little things that make them happy. They truly don’t ask for much. Just to be loved. A simple beach walk. A gentle touch from a loved one. So easy. So special.
Celebrated the first day of Autumn with a trip to the Mount Maunganui beach. Best idea ever. Soothing, therapeutic and just damn good fun hanging out with my 15 year old son and our 2 cavalier king charles spaniel doggies.
Fish and chips for dinner eaten straight out of the newspaper, lashings of the obligatory kiwi tomato sauce, sea breeze and a can of coke to wash it down. Adored by 2 pair of brown button eyes hoping for maverick chip escapees.
The day was perfect to be at the beach. The temperature was warm, still, not windy, not too chilly. Just perfect. Many people littered the beach with their bodies, and the surfers enjoyed the plentiful waves. We wandering in a leisurely fashion. My head a little bit soothed from the potential state of unemployment looming over it. Walking by the sea can help sort so much rubbish from in your head. The little sparkle plant in the picture was busy skimming backwards and forwards with the incoming tide. The doggies were in piddling heaven. So many other dogs smells to pee over and wipe from the face of the earth (in their little doggie brains anyway).
So Autumn, consider yourself welcomed. And thanks for enhancing the pleasure of my trip to the seaside.
1st of March in the Southern Hemisphere. Summer has left town now and the lovely and delicously visually aromatic Autumn as taken it’s place. Can’t say I’m sad, Autumn is my 2nd favourite season, following very closely on the heels of Spring (for obvious reasons). Who doesn’t love Spring? Autumn has the most incredible feel to it. It’s not even a tangible feeling, just the hint of coolness that brushes over your skin first thing in the morning. The crispness. The hint of things beginning their slow decline into winter hibernation. I love this part.
I’m waiting with relish for the leaves to start their turn. My camera trigger finger is twitching in anticipation already, planning in my head the thought of prospecting out to find the most outrageously coloured autumn leaves, the rich reds, golds, oranges and yellows. I always try to keep a few autumn leaves inside on my coffee table, to hold onto the beauty of them, but they were never made to be a lasting beauty and the colour fades as the brittleness of the delicate leaf crumbles away. A respite from the humid heat of Summer will be welcome by many. Plus one other beneficial side-effect of the cooler weather - the opportunity to wear my new black leather boots, purchased at the end of last Winter, but barely worn. Boots with just the perfect height and shape heel. Supple black, knee length sexy as boots. Can’t wait to get those on my legs.
So, welcome Autumn. It’s sure great to see you back
Shit has got serious. Lost my job 2 days ago. Out of the blue. Unexpected. Worse, completely unexpected. Have been treated very badly by these people (supposed friends) who lured me away from my long term secure job with promises of short hours and loads of money. Didn’t work out how they thought it would for them, so too bad, bye bye baby, you’re down the road. Bad enough being alone in the world, now being alone, jobless and poor as well. Man it sucks. Of course there are a gazillion people in the same position right throughout the world, but sadly, that is cold comfort for me at this point.
Three weeks to find another job. Three weeks is not enough time to find another job. Maybe I can’t even find another job? What to do, what to do….. It’s really scary. There’s no one to back me up here, no partner/husband to pay the rent in the meantime. Just me. All my friends are fantastic, doing everything they can to be supportive. Love my friends. Just leaves sad sack me. It’s hard “selling” yourself. In this day and age when jobs are in overwhelming demand, and they are few and far between compared to the masses out job hunting, you really have to SELL SELL SELL yourself, blow your own trumpet, say “look at me, I’m wonderful and perfect for your job”!!!
So, thanks life for the latest curve ball. Haven’t finished dealing with the last slew of curve balls yet, but thanks for keeping me on my toes…. excuse me while I remove my tongue from my cheek.
Valentine’s Day actually does suck like a lemon, just a smidgen, when you have no-one showering you with flowers, chocolates, perfume, kisses, dinner out, wine etc etc
Thought I was gonna be a brave chick about it, but sitting like a loner on the sofa last night, just gave me a big, sad pity party. Did I feel sorry for myself? Hell yeah.
The good news – it’s now the day after and I can get on with being a loner on an ordinary day.
P.S. To those of you who have a love partner and you are only just getting to Valentine’s Day in your part of the world, I hope it rocks for you and turns out better than you even hoped or dreamed. And to the other loner’s in the world, well, I hope it passes quickly for you.
I have been a chocoholic for all of my life. It’s something I try to get a hold on sometimes, but the reality is, chocolate is good for your soul. And with some small modicum of self-control, not soooo bad for your hips either. This got me to thinking of some years back. My Uncle had always enjoyed dark chocolate. Not in a “storm the fort and take no prisoners” kind of way like me, but in such a way to savour it in more reasonable quantities.
My Uncle at the time was very unwell in hospital. Cancer of the mouth had claimed part of his tongue and his voice box, leaving him speechless and depressed. He was understandably very deeply sad inside himself, and didn’t want to eat, and couldn’t speak of course. The frustration of that must be unimaginable. He couldn’t taste the food at all anymore, which is why he didn’t want to bother eating. He of course began quickly to fade away. This troubled me somewhat. I remembered his love of chocolate. Went and bought him the skinny little Whittakers dark sante chocolate bars and took that off to the hospital when I went to visit him. I pointed out to him, that while he may not be able to taste the rich taste of the chocolate, he would still be able to feel the sensation of the chocolate melting in his mouth, and the creamy richness of it would still feel delicious.
He smiled as best he could. And I would always take him a little bit of this delicious chocolate whenever I visited him. It always brought a smile to his face.
I was a pallbearer at his funeral not much longer after that. I didn’t put a flower on his casket. I put on a chocolate bar. Where ever you are Uncle Rol, I hope you’re still loving that choccy.