…and a post.
I’ve led a very irregular life these past few weeks. no routine to speak of. Then again, no real want to really do anything either. But that’s another story.
A few things has crossed my mind as ideas for blog posts. Some I’ll let simmer until they need to be written – or not. Some points I’ll mention here today – just because they need some outing 🙂
Went to a maul on Friday with Mom. Wanted to get some decent jeans to wear to work. Can I tell you what a mission it is to find any kind of jean other than bloody skinny jeans? Some arses, of which mine is probably one, should not appear in skinny jeans. And if you insist on wearing them, since they are quite comfy, they will only ever be for casual wear unless you wear them with heels, which is something I don’t really want to have to bother with. Got a gorgeously coloured one, only to find that it is skinny. At this point in time I don’t really want to pay R280 for a pair of jeans that I will only wear as casual, so it has to go back, and the search for bootleg jeans will continue.
Another point of contention. One of our stores seems to only cater for miniature females. I can not find a female shirt that fits my shoulders. Even if I go for an XXL, they just don’t fit. I ended up getting a size 50 shirt, just so it would fit my shoulders. And I’m not even all that large to start off with! Therefore, I end up buying nice, roomy, comfy men’s shirts. Does not make me feel like a bloody great ox when I buy them!
On to the Mandela saga. It’s long been said that, once he dies, there will come a period of unmitigated and unstoppable slaughter of whities. That has actually already begun, but it’s neither here nor there. Listening to the utter crap his kids are getting up to these days, we’re just as likely to die of utter embarrassment than any kind of murderous inclinations!! What’s continually baffling me is the fact that anybody is taking these people seriously. They refuse to switch off the machines keeping the old man alive, because, apparently, he has to speak to the ancestors or some such. And while I have some respect for other people’s beliefs, where do you draw the line? How long must he be kept alive for no real reason? While his kids and grandkids are squabbling like sewer rats for everything they can get while he’s completely out of it. As I said. Embarrassing to the extreme.
Mr P. Saw him twice last week, and he came here yesterday for a visit. We’re still talking. Suppose that’s not a bad thing as such. Alas. He’s depressed. Not just because of his external circumstances, apparently he inherited it from his father that was so depressed that he took his life when he was 47. The same age Mr P is now. Suppose that has to bother him on at least some levels. Oh boy. Difficult being upbeat and optimistic around a depressed person. That does not seem to want to see that there’s more. Maybe it’s because his depression is a brain thing rather than my own personal, hormonal brand of depression. I’m talking in complete ignorance here. I’ve never had a close relationship with a depressed person. Not relationship wise, not even a friend. I usually keep any person at arms length. But now I’m in this one, and I still like the guy. Having somebody to talk to, somebody that does not just lie down and take whatever I dish out because he’s hoping to get laid – makes a welcome change. What I don’t much like is the feeling that everything I pour into his psyche just disappears into a black hole. Not even swirling around in his subconscious, it just disappears, waiting for the next lot. How long can I possibly stay upbeat in the face of such a thing? How do I keep both myself and him standing and able? Not that I really have to – he’s a big boy, managed life without me just fine for the preceding 47 years – will likely do just as well without me for the next 47 years. I just have to decide how much I’m prepared to lavish on him without burning my own candle at too many ends. Still. It’s good to have him around for the most part. When he’s not pondering the blackness of life or immersing himself in some kind of pity party, he’s quite entertaining, and that’s the person I continuously try to draw out.
Job front. While at the maul on Friday with mom, I get a phone call from a person. He sounded very much like my cousin so I was inclined to think it was a prank. In very bad taste, certainly, but my cousin can sometimes do these things. Anyway. This person turned out to be the real thing. A friend of a friend gave my CV to her husband and the husband came through with an interview. On Monday 9 am. When I was supposed to start at the cheap spot. So I messaged and phoned and organised. As I sit here, I’m the lucky winner of a Monday 9 am interview with Charles at Dions Wired in Boksburg by the Airport for the position of Admin Manager. And a starting date at the cheap spot on Tuesday, should I not be asked to start immediately at Dions. Hope does indeed spring eternal in my life. Of course, it’s already been spoken about that, should I manage to land a job there, I might be in a position to help Mr P also get one – what he does not know of cameras are not worth knowing, so I think he might not be a bad sales person in that regard. Also, he apparently likes people, so for him working on a shop floor should not be too much of a hardship…
Now, all I need is the Grace of God, and the prayers of all my people that I make the correct decision and don’t land myself in the crap as I’ve done so often before. Still. A stable position, even in retail, will be so good for my psyche. And I’m not the first person working in retail, and I’ll certainly not be the last. And, who knows? Things might happen for the best once I’m there.
And last, but not least. Disaster has struck the pond. In the guise of either a huge, water-loving cat, or a hadeda or something. Might even have had suicidal fish because I saw one of them on the outside of the pond as opposed to the inside. The water is still clear, the feature is still aerating the water, normal algae is forming on the sides, starting the ecosystem I wanted there, the plants seems to be very happy even if it is very cold, but there’s only one fish in there that I can see. And that one I don’t even see moving, just sort of hovering in one spot. Time, I suppose, will tell if I can ever keep fish in there without running the risk of them being eaten. Once I have a proper job again, I’ll get a stronger pump, just to circulate the water more than my current pump is doing. Think that will help so that not too much algae forms. I’ll also see for some decent covering so birds can’t see the fish to come and eat them.
I think that’s more than enough for an update. I’ll be sure to post something tomorrow after the interview. I could use some good news right about now!!
Have a splendid Sunday peeps!!
Heard this tune yesterday – thought I’d share it with you 😉
And this one because the previous one reminded me of it for some or other reason!!