Birds Nest Soup Anyone?
Well it isn’t the sort of nest that one can make soup with but the state of it does rather reflect how battered I am feeling today.
Toxic did not phone on Friday as he said (I can hear all my female readers snort with disdain that I should believe what he says!) and he has been unavailable then for 3 days but I understand he did overtime last night … yet he didn’t call then either.
This morning I get a text asking what the weather is like … so I read it and thought (a) the same as where you are and (b) since you were up here last night you damn well know. I ignored the text.
Whilst I was on a bus going to sign on Toxic phoned and my mobile crashed. It keeps crashing and I think it is because it is cold. After rebooting it three times another call which I silenced. In response to which I received the text “checkin your not dead” … grammar and punctuation aside … “charming!”
Then apparently he hooted at me!
Eventually he phoned and tore me off strips for ignoring him … as I said “charming .. and so supportive!!!” My instructions are that in future if he cannot ring me I am to e-mail him so he knows I am alive.
Then there was the Job Centre (sigh) I was in plenty of time; the adviser was running late. There was a discussion about their new and still useless job match system – and since I have declined to give them access to my account on there until I am confident the system is actually working (I cannot log in more days than I can) I was told in a rather threatening tone that I would have to keep filling in my diary. Since he hadn’t even looked at the one I handed in I had to point out that I had filled all 45 spaces and could I have another. I showed him my spreadsheet (on my mobile) and confirmed I have applied for 13 jobs; not applied for 8 that needed a driving licence and have a further 8 applications in progress. I confirmed yes I had spent between 21 and 35 hours looking for work … this was only my first routine appointment and already it feels like a battleground!
There were other issues along the way to niggle away at my serenity … but here I am (still alive Toxic – wink) and I have survived another day. Unlike the bird’s nest I started with which seems to have been blown out of a tree in the high cold northerly winds we are currently enjoying.
Now while I have a few minutes to myself I am going to make a little igloo for Pup … he will be coming home tomorrow (he is sharing most of the journey with his wee brother Ollie who is going to live in Dundee); so it will be an early start and along day filled with fun and games (and then when he is fast asleep my job seeking).