Sorry folks still no book posting tonight though I have plenty to write about. Just not in the mood. One of those scratchy, irritable days today and I just feel well and truly disgruntled and want to go to bed early with a cup of tea. I shall feel better in the morning.
I am coming to the end of a work contract which finishes on Friday and, for the first time in my life, have nothing lined up to go on to. Plenty of work out in the City for legal PA's, so I am told, but the problem is that before there might be ten applicants for each job, now multiply that by ten and you will be nearer the mark. The thought of scrabbling and squabbling and going through the interview process again, when I go and turn on the charm and try to prove to strange (as in unknown, not weird) people that I am incredibly efficient, hard working, trustworthy and just the person you need in your office, is not an appealing one any more.
Also, I am tired of doing typing tests. Why should I have to do them? If I cannot use a computer and type by now, then obviously I would be unemployable and I am not. When I went to my agency last year a young slip of a gel wanted me to take a test. 'Already did one when I registered with you. Why should I do another one' was my query and her reply 'Oh but that was two years ago' so I pointed out that I had worked for two large law firms since then and had had two more years of practice so therefore my computer skills would be better and not worse and therefore I did not need a test. She opened her mouth 'oh but..' 'No buts' I said 'I am not doing a test'.
So she said OK, nipped out and made me a lovely cup of tea and brought it into the room where I was to meet my consultant and what is more it was in a china cup and saucer and I had a biscuit as well. The consultant walked in, did a double take and asked where did I get the tea from? When I asked why, she said that normally it would be in a plastic cup and apparently the finest Denby was only kept for super duper clients.
I smirked and on the way out gave a beaming smile to that sweet young thing and said thank you. Sensible creature I thought, she will go far. Always a good thing to accept the inevitable and to know when not to argue.
Which brings me nicely to the inevitable which is the realisation that I am no spring chicken, I hate commuting, I am tired of getting up at the crack of dawn and travelling with a load of half wits, holding half wit conversations on their half wit mobiles and the thought of perhaps NOT working is suddenly a reality. OK it has been forced upon me, but I am thinking seriously about it. If a job comes up which I like and which I can take for a few months, then I would be daft to turn it down, but I am making plans.
It is getting late and I am going to seek my couch and go to bed with a book and then will have another think. Main problem of course is the finances and I am working out budgets at the moment and planning and adding up and taking away and I might just be able to do it. State pension not really enough to live in luxury, but I have a few other miniscule sums coming in and perhaps I can find a local job, perhaps a book shop, perhaps....I have a few thoughts brewing.
Of course if I turn into a poor pensioner I could find a table in a cafe where there is a nice kind owner who will let me sit in a corner and nurse a cup of tea all day and scribble in a notebook. Who knows, I could be the next JK Rowling.....
And on that note I am disapparating off to bed.
