Ooooookay I’m a lazy bum!

In more ways than one it seems!  I’ve just finished the six month contract with my job and am officially unemployed again.  It means that I have more time to catch up on all the stuff I’ve been meaning to do but haven’t because I didn’t want to waste my free time with more work.  I don’t want to be unemployed for too long, I’m hoping they’ll decide to renew my contract for another six months or that another job will come along.  I don’t want to lose my motivation.

Where do I stand at the moment?  I’ve now paid off two credit cards, two overdrafts and one personal loan and my car loan will be paid off this September.  Yay!  It’s quite an achievement I’ve been told.  I took the slow route of getting myself out of trouble rather than taking the easy route (options like declaring bankrupsy).

I’m partly hoping that I don’t get a permanent job.  I’ll be happy if I just have temporary/contract work for the rest of the year as I’m planning on going to study a Commerce and Admin degree next year and I’ll be strongly tempted to put those plans on hold if I have a good permanent job.  I just wanna get outa mum and dad’s home and go back to living my own life.  The psychologist told mum and dad I was unlikely to ever be cured of my BIID and anything he does is just a stall…Mum still thinks I’m “working through it” and that I’ll not be using my wheelchair again.  I think Dad knows it, he stops Mum when she tries to open up the can of worms.

It’s so weird being awake at 1 am and not having to worry about getting up tomorrow.  I’ll be waking up at a decent time thursdayish, the first few days are my holiday.

Anyone wanna hire a data entry/office admin chick

Tomorrow’s The Day

Well, as of tomorrow I am officially employed.  AKA it’ll be my first day at work and I’m so scared I’ll screw up.  Because it’s a job in my city centre and I’m not going to pay $20 a week just to park my car I’m gonna have to go into town really early to find a park then walk the rest of the way to work.  I hope I don’t have to walk far, I don’t want my feet to hurt before I even get to work.

In some ways I’m lucky.  One of the other people starting at this job is an old school friend and she seems to have turned out into a nice adult.  We should be good working together.  The poor dog will be stuck in the conservatory all day.  Who knows what trouble she’ll get up to, she’ll be bored to tears being on her own for the first time for longer than an hour.  Not to mention all the “bodily fluids” she’s gonna deposit all over the floor.  She seems to fear going outside to go toilet if we aren’t with her.  It’s funny, Dad refused to let us have a cat flap when we only had cats and german shepherd dogs but once we got Molly, a cat sized dog Dad put a cat flap in so she could go toilet outside….and the damn dog refuses to go toilet outside.

Wish me luck…I didn’t get as much of a chance to relax this weekend as I would have liked.  I cleaned my room last week, took three days, so I had to do all my washing on saturday and then Mum decided I had to clean the house on sunday.  I couldn’t say no because I needed the money for this week in case I need it.  I’ve been trying to cover all my bases with this new job.

I only hope I manage to get to sleep tonight, a whole pile of people are excited about this job for me.

Awesomeness!

Finally!  After two years of constantly explaining to people “I don’t have a job because I can’t stand long enough to do most jobs” I have a job

I won’t go into too many details but the job involves digitizing evidence and paperwork and putting it all onto computers.  It’ll be sitting down all day and it’ll be great   My Mum is over the moon and has already planned a pot luck tea to celebrate.  I start this job  on the 17th and I’m really excited.

The adventure of today!

Today was a fun day   It started with someone knocking loudly on the door while I was still in bed at 9:30 am.  I had to struggle out of bed, find my dressing gown and then find my key to unlock the door.  By that point no one was at the door and a car was pulling out of the driveway.  It turned out to be the postie with two HUGE piles of letters for Dad that she couldn’t deliver on her bicycle (NZ mailmen/posties deliver stuff on bikes and we put letters to be delivered into postboxes outside the dairy down the road), I was rather surprised at the effort she put into her job driving to our house well before she starts her route to give Dad his sheer multitude of stuff.  He’s been getting a lot of mail lately, I’ve been told it has something to do with Cursillo but I’m not allowed to know anything else in case “one day” they send me on a camp.  I’m doubting that’ll happen…In the meantime I still haven’t heard from the mental health department at the hospital about my parents making an appoointment.

I went back to bed and was awoken again at 11 am by “Mother Dearest” asking me if I was out of bed yet, had I checked the jobs on the white board yet and have I checked my email yet (she emails me important stuff that needs to be done in the near future so I can’t “forget”.  I told her I was still in bed but I’d get all of her jobs done today.  I managed to drag myself out of bed once again at 11:30 am and cleaned the kitchen up.  I was meant to clean the stove (stainless steel, annoying pain in the ass job) as well but the dirty crock pot was on top and I don’t clean the crock pot, I refuse to.

Then I drove to Mum’s work and did all her filing for her.  I volunteer at her work helping her out to keep her happy.  Dad likes that because it means she has to spend less unpaid overtime at work and she’s less tired at the end of the day.  It also means she doesn’t have to stress that much if she has to take time off because I step in for her.  I guess that’s the good thing about being unemployed.  It means I have time to help people and do things that make a difference rather than working for the sake of it.

Joy of all joys Mum gave me $5 today to buy my lunch.  It was a peace offering as she’s claiming my car over the next four days while Dad is away at his camp thing (something to do with the letters).  I’ll be stuck at home for at least two days so I have a 30 pack of diet coke cans, a tub of ice cream and the ingredients to make spaghetti and chicken satay…YUM!

What am I doing now?   I’m sitting fully clothed with my dressing gown on to keep me warm.  I only own two jerseys at the moment that can actually keep me warm and they’re both dirty.  I’m also wondering when the heck my little brother is gonna stop with the annoying bass music and wondering when my candle is gonna stop working.  Like I said…fun day.