Swallowing. That seems to be what I will have to do with my words…

Now, now, none of that!

So. You all know by now that I will be gainfully employed, at more than minimum wage, from the 2nd of September. The contract will last for 5 months, until end Jan, and by then, the one chick will know if she wants to stay at home with the rugrats, or of she would like to come and work again.

So, not permanent by any means, but something nevertheless.

The dude that interviewed me, I hold by my initial view of him. He may or may not change, or I may get to know him in which case I will have to change my first judgement of him. Difficult one that. Eating your words. Then again, I did say that I might be wrong – it’s been known to happen. And I may yet turn out to have had the correct idea. Let me not judge though, lest I be judged myself. Can’t very well do to people what I hate them doing to me!

Bottom line is, he’s agreed to let me work in his company, and in that instance he’s the one with all the cards.

And it would not have happened if it was not meant to happen just so. As I said in one of my comment answers. I’m on a new road now. It might be a bumpy ride, it might be a seriously gravelled road, or it may just very well be a smooth stretch of blacktop that will bring me far along to whatever destination I need to reach.

I’m happy to have gotten the job. The money will be welcomed. It means that I don’t have to scrape around for cash to do what needs to be done. It also means that I can hold on to my house for a while longer. And maybe make things better so we can live here cheaper. Anything is always possible.

The new family member, well. I’m thinking of changing his name to Skipper. He seems to skip the grass to come and shit in my house. On the one carpet that is almost impossible to clean. One of only three carpets in my house mind. He has all the tile in the world, and he shits on the carpet. Not to mention the great outdoors that he has access to the whole day. Other than that, he’s gotten a collar now. And his own food bowl, and a ball he has no interest in. And he’s still the cutest thing ever πŸ˜‰

Reacts nicely to his name, comes when I call him, tail wagging. Tomorrow morning I have to remember to take the number down for the puppy training classes. At the moment he’s lying in my study, on his pillow, snoring πŸ˜‰

P asked me how I got to the name Ben – it was going to be Beauregard at first. Much scoffing ensued. Then I thought of Beauford. More scoffing. And then I really looked at the young fellow. And I realised this was not going to be one of those grand dogs with an attitude up the wazoo. This was going to be a stolid, Β stocky, solid, placid calm dog. And only a name that brings that to my mind will do. Hence, Ben.

Something else this job makes possible for me – actual puppy classes, something I’ve never been able to do with any dog, and an extension of my dancing lessons.

Therefore, what happened, happened and could not have happened any other way.

Because I’m hale and hearty, mostly optimistic, able to keep my status quo on an even keel, the wolf away from the door, just about NO traffic to and from work – and that’s the biggest bonus of them all!! The road I travel is probably about 30 km’s one way. But it’s on a stretch of highway that is against the morning and evening traffic. No taxis trying to push me off the road, no stupid females that can’t understand what gears are for. Just a few cars, and me, merrily on our way to work. No continuous roadblocks, or toll fees. No weekends and public holidays. No hours being checked and paid accordingly. And I’m being looked after by Somebody that’s been doing it very unobtrusively my whole life.

I firmly believe that this is part of the road I need to be on. And I also believe that I will never again be in the state of despair I was in a few months ago.

And I have to thank each and every one of you, my fearless readers, that has been with me every step of this seriously convoluted journey! Without you, I doubt that I could have managed.

And now, a song to end off with…



27 comments on “Elaboration.

  1. So glad to hear the details – and the drive being so much easier – a God gift that one! Loved the reasoning re Ben’s moniker and the possibility of renaming the miscreant puppy Skipper – been there, got the rugs to prove it…. πŸ˜‰

    • I will just have to teach him like so many other people have taught theirs – is kinda messy though πŸ˜‰
      This whole thing with the job and the traffic seems to be God sent. Think I still have a few lessons to learn, but I’m hoping I can…

  2. This is all good, good news (apart from the dog shitting on the carpet, of course). Congratulations. See, the big governer up above was looking out for you. I’m really pleased. Smiling, hugely πŸ™‚

    • He was at that Sarah. The dog, well, I don’t suppose I’m the last one that has to deal with it πŸ˜‰
      Will just get through this too – not many things soap and water can’t fix!
      i’ve been smiling the whole day. Huge grin!!
      Thanks for the congrats πŸ™‚

    • That would indeed be a bonus Col, but i don’t know what I’ll have to face when I get there.
      I don’t think it would have happened had it not needed to – time will tell. Maybe both myself and the interviewer have a few things to learn about other people…

    • thanks Annie!!
      I quite understand about the no commenting – and it;s quite all right.
      You’re reading me, and that spreads the word and helps me get rid of my pain and anger.

  3. So you have two weeks to train Ben and then you are off to make a living. Hmmm… keep you shoes in the closet otherwise, you will be going bare footed to work. πŸ˜›

    • I got him some toys today P – should help me save my shoes!!
      Can you imagine – gainful, well paid employment – make a welcome change!! And I think I will learn a lot from these people.

  4. So happy things are really looking up for you. Skipper will just have to learn quite quickly that your carpet isn’t made of grass. πŸ™‚ How wonderful that your route to work is relatively stress free. xx

    • can you imagine travelling to work with little traffic? I can’t imagine anything greater!!
      Little skipper, yes well, it will take time and some accidents, but we will win this battle πŸ™‚

  5. Ghia, eating your words is much better than eating shit – been there, done that (too) πŸ™‚ Really glad that things worked out for you. You take care, OK!

    • It’s been a long time coming K. Many months of misery and worry.
      I do feel like this is a good new beginning – thanks for being there for me!

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