life after it all

It has been awhile.  Mostly because I’ve been too busy to think about making any money blogging.  But I have a slow day and here I am.  Just to update.

I’ve come to realize I work in a shit hole.  While this sweeping generalization isn’t entirely fair, the two people who have made my work warrent this description have ruined it for everyone.  I hate my supervisor.  I think he is a horrible person who has horrible people skills.  So over the past month I have jumped through every hoop to try to live up to his expectations.  I’ve been reprimanded for taking time off, for not doing my job well enough and for sometimes just breathing.  i’ve been harassed and bullied to the point of tears.  I’ve ever pursued my union rep (who after 3 weeks of trying to get a hold of, I finally have a meeting with today).  But its all a moot point because I have a new job.  Instead of working in hell (a term that is held my many people to be accurate), I am moving to Employment and Immigration as a Program Planner.  Its certainly not in my field and I do not have the knowledge already in place to kick ass, but I have potential (as my interviewer said) and more potential than the other final candidates with more subject matter knowledge.

Its not permanent - but neither is the one I’m currently in (and I was told by my lovely supervisor that my contract will not be renewed).  But its not here.  And really, thats all that matters.  I will continue to pursue the elusive permanent government position until I find one - preferably in my area.  And next Monday I have an interview with Environment. Also not in my area, but a permanent position as a Legislation Planner.

As people have told me over the past few days - I must look out for number 1.

Lets keep out fingers crossed that something works out without much difficult or strain.

but in the meantime, I’m enjoying knowing that this hell will be over soon enough!

Firstly (and most importanly), I need to thank everyone who called, emailed or hugged me while I went through a tough time with my grandfathers death.  While it was a long time coming (at least since Xmas), it was still tough.  By Saturday, I was back to my mostly happy self and while a boat load of people had a hand in that, spending time with my boyfriend was perhaps the most immediate source of my relief.

i was somewhat MIA from Tuesday night until this morning - and here is how I spent it…

I spent Tuesday night alone.  While Dave came over for a bit, I spent the night in my own bed, waking up every few hours with bad dreams.  WEd was a long day for me.  There was a lot of crying, but a big help was a phone call from Bevin who said it best “its just what we do”.  And shes right - calling a friend in need is “just what we do”.

I spent Wed night till Sunday with by boyfriend.  I pretty much leeched every last bit of energy from him, I can tell.  I cried lot on Thursday and Friday, but the turning point came Friday night when I was at a party and never once thought about it. the hangover the next morning can atest to that (thank you Tequila).

I bought a bike with his help on Saturday (my boyfriend, not Tequila).  Its the cutest bike I’ve ever seen.  It has flowers and a basket.  It really is me, altho I loathe to admit I can be a girl.  A good two hours biking did prove that I have a boney ass.

Sunday was an errend day, but I got a quick bike ride in.  Sore ass or not, I was getting out there on a bike that cost me $600.  I got to see Les’s speech from the funeral on Saturday.  It was touching.  I had forgotten about the story where poppy brought his pony to school at St. Pats.

Many glasses of wine later and I got home.  It was one of the most fulfilling weekends I’ve had in a long time.  nothing special was done and it was all rather run of the mill for Dave and I, but I felt very close to a lot of people the whole weekend despite being thousands of miles away.

I didn’t sleep well last night.  I was up till 430am. and then slept for 2 hours before getting up.  I’m learning a nasty little habit.  I sleep better next to Dave.  I kinda always knew I slept better with another body in my bed.  but next to Dave I fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow.  After 4 nights of wonderful sleep, last night came as a shock as I just couldn’t get to sleep.  It really is a nasty habit as I doubt I’ll be able to bring Dave with me wherever I go for the rest of my life.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

did I mention I tried Squeeky cheese the weekend before last?  It made Dave laugh.  It felt like nails down a chaulk board.

the cheese, that is.