“er indoors TM” went to the loo early
this morning and came back with the puppies who immediately mobbed me. Treacle
then started grumbling, so I gave up any hope of sleep, got up, made toast, and
watched an episode of “Motherland”. I then spent a few minutes this
morning dusting off my CV… or I would have done if I’d been able to find one
less than ten years old. I had various different positions during my time at
Canterbury… I wonder what the dates of those jobs were.
I
gave “er indoors TM” seemingly ages, but with her showing no
sign of surfacing I got the puppies onto their leads and left her asleep with
Treacle. I took the puppies round to Repton Community Centre where we went to
dog club again. It was rather good; loads of dogs of about the same size got to
charge around with each other. The puppies loved it; Treacle would have hated
it.
I
spent much of the time chatting with an old friend with whom I used to work (many
years ago). It was good to catch up.
The
local dog club has got the advantage over the dachshund club in that being
local and starting earlier we are home so much earlier. As the puppies scoffed
a late brekkie I went into the garden and got out the leaf blower that I’d
borrowed from Andrea and Joe on Wednesday. I say “blower”, the thing
only seems to suck, but it was ideal for what I need. It sucks at *exactly*
the right power so as to suck up all the leaves from the gravelled areas, but
leaves the gravel behind. And it also doesn’t suck hard enough to suck up the
dog turds either (which could be yuk!) I borrowed the thing to see if I
could actually use one if I got one; I shall be getting one of my own soon.
With
leaves sucked I then ran round the garden gathering up all the dog turds which
I had uncovered (there were a few) then voomed over with the lawn mower.
“er indoors TM” went off out with
Cheryl to some Christmas bazaar or other, and I ironed shirts whilst watching
episodes of “Four In A Bed” in which the obvious favourites to win
pulled out half way through the last episode for no apparent reason. A quick Google search says that the reason
for their leaving was nothing to do with any damage caused to their hotel, and
that the program maker has offered to pay for any damage. What was that all
about?
“er
indoors TM” then came home and sliced up the spicy bread/loaf/thingy
she’d baked. It made for a rather good bit of lunch. Then as she took Treacle
out of a little mission visiting her chums, I ran the puppies round the block (so
they didn’t feel left out) then sat down with the NHS Jobs website.
I’m
in a rather odd position…
Twelve
years ago I made a mistake at work for which the management of the time threw
me under a bus. Up until then I had been the departmental training officer and
up until I got the heave-ho I’d trained over twenty students from their first
day up to the point of becoming professionally registered; a process which
takes years. After I got the heave-ho I slowly recovered my position, but over
the last few years (much as I like my job) in many ways I’ve just been
twiddling my thumbs until retirement.
A
new position has arisen at work; that of departmental training lead. My boss’s
boss’s boss is one of my original trainees, and she feels I should be a trainer
again. As does a colleague who was once one of my trainees. As does pretty much
everyone else I work with. Do I want to go back into management? On the one
hand it could be a lot like hard work. On the other hand I really do feel that
I am doing nothing but twiddling my thumbs until retirement.
I
shall apply for the job. *If* they offer it to me I shall ask for
assurances that I can just do the training and not have to get involved with
all the other management stuff.
And
so I spent a couple of hours blagging my employment history from memory because
(as I mentioned earlier) I can’t find any of the dates of when I started
and finished the carious jobs I’ve done over the years.
One
of the very good reasons for writing a diary is so you don’t have to blag stuff
like that… (!)
I
then spent an hour or so trying to write a personal statement about why I would
be the ideal candidate for the job… Trying and failing. I decided to give up
and come back to that later.
We
had a rather good dinner this evening washed down with a decent bottle of
malbec. As we scoffed we watched last week’s episode of “Bake Off”, and then
started watching Netflix’s “The Crown” from the start.
I
feel worn out… and I’ve not really done that much today…
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