Day one…

…and counting.

So yes.

I spent today at the filler job. The cheap one. Not that I can’t do the work, I just sometimes feel some of the questions that I have to ask not being received in the right frame of mind by the questionees…

And then the agency person rocks up there so we can sign the contract. A whole two weeks people! And I get this long list of rules and regulations and how to work, and deal with the company you’re working at.

Moot I’d say since I was raised with a decent work ethic, and will not get up to the things the general populace is now getting up to. Heard on the news this morning that the Pikitup people are striking in JHB, Not for higher wages as is the general deal, no sirree. This lot is striking because last month a biometric time and attendance system was put in place – of course, curtailing their no doubt, myriad offences. And this month they were told that they will not be transported to and from work anymore. Well, pardon me!!! I’ve never actually BEEN transported to work and back on the company’s costs. I’ve always had to fork out for that particular privilege myself. So, I’m not feeling too sorry for them. They’re striking, and JHB is being covered in filth – life in Africa – not for sissies!

Back to the contract today. I looked at it and I was feeling kind of insulted. I mean really. These people are paying me a measly R35 per hour. Not a king’s ransom by any means. They did not quite buy my soul!!

Alas. I will adhere to the strict rules of the place. I will smoke when dictated to – they are being so lenient in letting me out of the cage for 15 minutes in the morning and 15 minutes in the afternoon. I will have lunch when it’s dictated – should be glad that’s part of the deal. In short, I should be grateful for the grand a week I will make there. Not even a grand since I won’t work 2 full weeks there, just 4 days in each. It’s going to cost me R 700 to get there and back, which almost makes it cheaper to just stay at home and sleep!

But I signed, so I have to follow through – another bit of screwed up-ness I was raised with.

And then. Last night I dreamed about Rusty. He’s the dead one. And he was standing here in my house, talking to me, reminiscing about the old days, and then I said, “And now you’re dead” And he looked at me and agrees, “Yes I am dead” with such a sad face. So of course, since this was a dream, I hugged him as tight as I am able and told him how much I really miss him. Stupid bugger. If he’d stayed with me he’d still be alive today!!  So, I’m stewing on a post about alternate realities and parallel universes…

And, since the toothache is still very much with me, Mr P is actually now the one that has to help with my very fragile state of mind 🙂 And he’s doing it admirably I must say. He’s not a bad sort, even if he does get frothed up and depressed and man! Can he whinge!!! Oh well. Such is life – we’re all entitled our little idiosyncrasies 😉 And obviously I can handle his better than I could most men’s!!

Back to the toothache – if I had the cash, I would have visited the quack already. As it is, I have just enough to cover my expenses at the end of the month, nothing extra, so that will have to wait. I’ll drink the stuff I got for the abscess since it works so well for that, and hopefully it will deaden this nerve until I can get to the dentist to have it fixed.

Mom was just telling me that it looks like I will indeed have a job if I can pass the psychometrics. They’re apparently already putting things in place – reason she knows this is the neighbour took my CV and gave it to another woman that works there who in turn gave it to her husband – it’s clearly not what you know, but who you know…

And now I have to hope and pray that it works out for me…

Let me leave you with one of my favourite songs of all time…