I – of the eight-year-gap-in-CV-infamy – have been offered a JOB. A real, live, paid job! Not that this means I will give up my voluntary work, I love volunteering, but my main goal for 2011 was to start coming off of benefits and supporting myself. It’s just 20 hours a week to begin with so I won’t be completely financially independent (I could pay my rent and my bills with that if I didn’t eat, but I don’t think that’s exactly conducive to staying well 😛 ), but it’s a huge step towards that. It’s a permanent job at a (really nice – I wouldn’t mind moving in in 50 years or so!) care home only a mile and a half from my house, and I will be their activities coordinator – a job that is very much in line with my OT/counselling qualifications. I should be starting in three weeks or so – as soon as I get my third CRB check of the year (the other two were for Barnardos and the ED charity. I wish it was computerised or something, I am so bored of those forms!). The one major worry I have about this is the short sleeved uniform, so if anyone knows of some genuinely effective scar camouflage I would be eternally grateful
I think a brief recap of my trip to Dorset is necessary! Jonathan and I travelled down last Thursday for my mum’s 50th birthday party on the Saturday. Friday was spent hunting for Katie-friendly chocolate in Poole so I could make some brownies (and quiche!) to put out at the party for the dairy-allergic members of my family. I am far from alone in my digestive peculiarities! On Saturday morning I met a lovely bear for tea (and waffled at her dreadfully, as Katies are wont to do), then got on with tidying and cooking in preparation for the party. Family members and friends started arriving at around 7.30pm, by which time I was all dolled up in my party dress (awful photographs sure to follow, once my family get theirs on Facebook!), and eventually there were about 80 people there. My mum was forced to make a speech, various members of my family got hilariously drunk, the rain didn’t put the kids off the bouncy castle (my dad goes all out at parties, heh) and all of my veggie quiches and brownies were eaten. Good night, then 😉
Jonathan and I rather blearily got up Sunday morning to catch the train to Weymouth, where I met up with a friend from my last counselling course. I would include the photos, but my Weymouth photo was the focus of my last POTW already 🙂 This goes for our Monday activities as well – the long walk over the hills from Corfe to Swanage. On Tuesday we lurked in Bournemouth, doing a lot of sitting down in cafés to recover from the day before!
What I CAN give you is adorable dalmatian photos 😀
Rufus being unbearably cute:
and again, with one of his favourite toys (named Russell, for a really long winded reason that I’m sure you don’t want to know!)
Roly, lying on Jonathan’s feet:
All my dogs together – Rufus has brown spots, Roly has black spots and Harry is the collie cross whippet:
…but I couldn’t hold their attention for very long!
Now I am off to alternately squeal and freak out about my new job!