Sadly not in the ‘home’ sense of the word but I have taken the slightly scary first step of looking for work.
I say scary because it is, I’ve not worked for at least 3 years and I’m still not sure if I’m physically ready for such a move – but if I wait until I feel ready I’ll never be ready.
Does that make sense?
Basically there comes a point where you just have to close your eyes, jump in and hope for the best – the point is you have to TRY. Ok, so I may fall flat on my arse and have the worst relapse going – but then again I might not.
Through the JCP I might end up doing the web design course I’ve been talking about for so long or I could end up doing a job I love and meeting some really great people in the process, the point is; I’ll never know unless I try.
Even if I don’t end up with a job I love, I may actually find one I can DO – which means I’ll be contributing, it means I won’t feel like a waster – most importantly it means I won’t be sat at home thinking maybe I should do something because I’ll already be doing it!
Wish me luck, I think I’m gonna need it.
I have faith in you. Things will be fine you Web Diva
No one is going to pay you to blog, my dear. Nor will you be rewarded with heaps of money for singing karoke. And, as much as I wish it wasn’t true, no one is going to pay you when your CF is acting up and all you can do is lie on your back and moan…although, I think there probably is a way to get paid for lying on your back and moaning, I’m not really sure what the UK’s stance is on that, from a legal standpoint.
Good luck, darling. The email I’ve been promising is on the way, I swear to doG.
..I’m still waiting *taps foot and looks meaningfully at the empty in box*
What my suggestion that you become a sex worker illicits absolutely no response, but you expect to hold me to a vague promise about an email? C’mon…
Too right, why fuel that sordid imagination of yours when I can just ignore it?
[...] Having called up to request an appointment to discuss such a possibility for myself I’ve to wait until the end of April before anyone can see me. Never mind eh? I’ve waited 3 years, another month or so won’t hurt me. [...]
I do believe that that “sordid imagination” is what you like best about me….
Not ‘best’ but it’s a close run thing