As I mentioned before I’ve had loads of free time so I’ve been spring cleaning!
I’ve gone through the bathroom, the kitchen, the hall and the lounge so far making sure I’ve cleaned under and inside things that don’t usually get done, like behind the bathroom sink, and inside the oven. I’ve also been finding homes for things that have gotten pushed to one side and forgotten about. I also managed to hoover under the bed, an effort that took me 2 hours of shoving, pulling and coercing the bed to shift enough that I could get the hoover down the side and around the back.
Over the last weekend I convinced Andy to take me and the car into town loaded up with stuff to go to charity. He said he didn’t seem much point in us trying to sell any of it. So we rocked up to the British Red Cross on Saturday with 5 big bags of donations. They seemed somewhat bemused by the amount, but nevertheless happy to take it off our hands.
There’s still plenty to do though. Namely the spare room >.< Even though we got rid of most of the charity stuff, there’s still a few bits that need to go to Dorset Reclaim, as well as the 2 boxes of electrical bits that need to go to the dump. Oh, and there’s the 3 boxes of things that still need homes…
I also want to go through our cupboards, wardrobes and storage to see if there is anything else we can get rid of, or at least re-organize things so that they’re more accessible/ obvious.
I’ve still got some fairly major cleaning/ fixing to finish as well, such as getting the boiler serviced, cleaning the windows, re-cleaning the bathroom tiles with mould killer, de-scaling the shower head and fixing the extractor fan.
If you add all the standard, daily, housework to this, you can see I’ve still got my work cut out for me! Weirdly I’m looking forward to it. I think it’s just being able to get it all done, without having to worry about leaving something unfinished because I don’t have time.
Then I have plans on doing loads of baking, and ready-meal-making, and station stuff…. 😀
So, I haven’t written a blog post in, lyke, forEVA.
I guess that’s what happens when you’re actually busy – living starts and recording stops.
But now I have (mostly) all the time in the world. Why? Because I got made redundant from my post at Millets. The new owners of the business decided for whatever reason that our store needed to be closed.
It’s been about a week since the store officially closed, but for some reason it feels longer. Maybe it’s because the days are longer, maybe it’s because of the odd sleep pattern I have right now (day 1, 6am-10pm; day 2, 10am-11pm). But I quite like it. Maybe part of it is because it doesn’t feel like a lost job, and more like a holiday.
I’ve gotten so much done around the house. Mostly cleaning, but looking at the state some of it’s in, it’s a good thing I have all this time!
For those of you worried about the money side of things, you don’t have to. My redundancy packet means that I have about 2 months worth of pay, and I’ve also applied for Jobseekers. And if that wasn’t enough to dispel the worry, I have income protection insurance, and Andy’s pay will cover everything anyway.
So once the house is clean from top-to-bottom and inside out, I plan on taking the pile of ‘to get rid of’ stuff to charity/ car boot sale/ dump, and finish the spare room tidy. And then, who knows? Maybe more G3 work, maybe I’ll get another job. Only time will tell.
But I’m pretty excited about it all right now 🙂
I may have mentioned this before, but the one thing that 2011 taught me is that, by turns, I am too reactive and whiny, and not as assertive as I should be. Enough people (station people, my boss, my husband etc) have said this to me that I’m being forced to accept that they might be right.
But, instead of bitching about it, I’m going ‘man the fuck up’ (as Wizzo so aptly puts it), accept there is something lacking with me and get on and do something about it. I want to be a better person – someone who gets on and fixes what broke instead of wingeing about; someone who expects results and kicks ass when they don’t happen; someone who does what’s needed of them with minimun fuss and a quick turn around; someone who doesn’t just sit around waiting for life to happen; somone who others can look up to.
I don’t know yet how I’m going to make it happen, but I have confidence in myself that I will. That’s half the battle right there. As a little green muppet once said, ‘do or do not, there is no try.’ So I’m going to do, and see where it takes me.
Don’t wish me luck, I’m gonna be making my own 😉
TBH last year seems to be a bit of a whirl now, I don’t really remember much.
It was the year we mourned the passing of GRN and celebrated the opening of G3 Radio, and meeting all the G3 staff at i43. It was the year we had our first joint holiday with the Sullivans for ages, and the year my brother got a new g/f. It was the year Andy learnt to drive, and I resigned as Dorset ML after failing to ‘win’ Nanowrimo for the second time.
I’m sure plenty of other stuff happened, but those are the key things that stick out in my mind.
One of the other things that sticks out in my mind is getting called out on my attitude to things. I came across an interesting article today: 30 Things to Stop Doing to Yourself which I identified with waaay to much.
So my resolution for 2012 is simply this:
To become an all-round better person.
I know it’s going to be hard work, and I mean mostly in my attitude to things, and my way of thinking about life in general, but I’m going to add the usual ‘eat healthier, exercise more’ etc in there too. But mostly I don’t want to be that person everyone bitches about behind her back because she sucks so bad.
Anyway, I think that wraps it up for my obligatory new year’s post and I shall get back to blogging regularly again now the holidays are over and life is a bit more calm again 🙂
This will more than likely make sound quite nuts, but given some recent events, I’ve been thinking a lot about supernatural protectors. You know what I mean – Lady Luck, guardian angels, protection spirits, ancestor ghosts, personal deities. Whatever you want to call them, I’m kind of thinking they might be real. You see, ever since I fell and hit my head on the way to work, I’ve had tremendous luck in avoiding any further incidents. I thought it was just fluke, but I recently had another one of these ‘amazing coincidence’ things that made me wonder.
I was relaxing in the bath. I’d had a hard day, I was tired and achy and I fell asleep. In the bath. Generally this is not a good plan. I guess I wasn’t all the way asleep, just heavily dozing because I thought that I heard the door open and Andy come in and stand over me. There was something at least casting a shadow over me. I jerked upright, spitting out water, because apparently I’d started inhaling the bath water, but the kicker is there wasn’t anyone there.
So I started thinking about other flukes. Like the time I was crossing the bridge when we had all that ice and snow, and I slipped and would have fallen backwards and hit my head on the railing and maybe got hypothermia before anyone found me, if not for the sheer chance that a bit of plastic attached to the railing fluttered into my hand as I was flailing off balance that I could use to stop my fall and right myself.
It seems insane to me that something or someone could have influenced both these events, until I started thinking about when Andy and I were first dating. I regularly felt like there was someone in the room watching us when there blatantly wasn’t, and when I mentioned it to Andy he just shrugged and said, ‘oh yeah that’s probably my ghost’. I thought he was fucking with me until he told me of the several times when he was younger that he’d felt or half seen a tall man in a long coat and hat near him in times of emotional or physical stress. The ghost hung around us a lot until the second time Andy asked me to marry him, and I said I’d think about it. I saw him one last time, in the well of the stairs at Andy’s old house, and it was almost as if he nodded and left.
We agreed it was probably because the ghost felt like he didn’t need to watch out for Andy any more; it was satisfied I wouldn’t hurt him, so it left. I wonder now if it came back because of how terrified Andy was when I hit my head, and now the ghost is there to protect the both of us – Andy from the loss of me, and me doing something retarded >.<
(Title from Paranoid Big Brother by 3 Daft Monkeys)
Once again, another week has passed me by in a flurry of ‘I was meant to do what again? Oh too late >.<
If you couldn’t guess from the post title why this is so, I’ll give you a hint: it contains the letter G and the number 3.
Yes, campers, radio has taken hold of me and sucked all my time away. Transition is never an easy thing, but my taking over from Dan R seems to be harder on some staff than others, and consiquently all my time atm seems to be spent sorting out petty squables. There are a few legitimate concerns, and people wanting permision to do things but mostly it’s people just being baffling that is getting to me.
But I don’t like dwelling on those. I’m also looking towards the future of the station. A lot of the things I have in planning are designed to make life easier for the managers – restricting permisions, tracking and logging everything. So much of when we started out fell under the heading of ‘it’ll do for now’, because we weren’t even sure if we’d last a month let alone a year. Now we’re taking a fresh look at things, the way other services have been jerry-rigged and tacked on, just seems terrible. Even if it isn’t apprent to our users, it looks bad to us. I really want to look at making the station and all it’s disparate elements a single coheasive unit. But it’s going to take so much work, and time and talking I’m not gonna have any time for anything else.
But it’s exciting and the number of people who’ve asked to put me as a CV refference further convinces me that putting my time, money and soul into this thing is gonna be worth it. Who knows, maybe I’ll eventually make my money back?
I managed to miss my blog post for last week, sorry about that. But what I was going to write about last week is no less true this week.
There is a definite chill in the air and the trees are starting to turn. The kids are back at school and the dorchester show has been and gone. All this means one thing – the year is turning again. The sun is dying it’s slow death, winter is coming, and the time for autumn cleaning is upon me again.
It seems this year has gone a lot faster than I expected. So many important dates have run up and smacked me as they passed. My birthday for one came sooner than I expected, as did both insomnia events, and the dorchester show. Maybe it’s due to the erratic weather – summer happened in april for instance – or maybe it’s just a symptom of getting older. It makes me a little sad that it seems like only yesterday I was planning the year in january, and pretty soon it’s going to be over again.
But wintertime does have it’s advantages. With less light in the evenings, there’s less call for me to be out doing things. Simmilarly as the weather becomes more inclement there are less fun things to do on a weekend, both of which means I can get things done in the house.
I already have several craft projects lined up (painting tins, making jewlery and a flag, and weaving), as well as my bi-anual sort out, where I go through clothes and other possesions and get rid of anything not used in the past 6 months or so since my spring clean. Oh, and all those little tasks that have been stacking up or only need doing once in a while, like cleaning the windows and filing papers.
So sad though I might be to see summer on the wane, there is still going to be plenty to keep me occupied with the change of the seasons 🙂