Listening to: Midday news
Righto, I'm back.
Just popped outside to indulge in my new (old) naughtiness and spied a drift of smoke wafting over the paddock next door, from the property behind us. Investigating further I was gobsmacked to discover a supermarket shopping trolley being used as a fire brazier to burn rubbish. Why am I so amazed? Because HE is a responsible employee of a government department that dots i's and crosses t's and demands things in triplicate even tho they've already sighted your documentation before grudgingly permitting you to receive your government assistance and SHE is quite staunchly opinionated about fairplay and doing the right thing and THEY are godfearing churchgoers and frankly, I'm just blown away at the hypocrisy of it. Theft! Vandalism!! I might cut off their free access to my silverbeet!!!
Hrrmph, glad I got that off my chest.
I've wasted the entire morning avoiding going to a funeral and feel quite bad about it. Bad that I didn't go, and bad that I wasted all that time "prevaricating" as one of my aunts would have put it. I can justify the former as it was held in the same hall as my darling husband's was last year and I was afraid that memories and flashbacks would overwhelm me, but to fritter a whole morning away is pretty stupid. Mind you, I did read an entire arts/craft/stationery catalogue from cover to cover, folded a wee bit of washing and put it away, and surfed the net . . . from that I learnt how to make a paper star and that Stuart Fleming had to abandon his Te Araroa trek slightly short of his goal (you should google these things, they are interesting). And I remembered to get pork chops out of the freezer for tea.
Why does the font size revert to miniscule every time I push enter to start a new paragraph? It's very frustrating.
Dilemma of the week - do I apply for the School Secretary job advertised in last week's paper? Its not in my town, but not far away; it would mean more income while being able to be home for the school holidays for my 11yr old but would be a bit tricky before/after school with getting him to and fro, and what if he's sick? Or if I need to do granny duty as I did last week? And I would have to run the gauntlet at the previously mentioned govt department to let them decide how much of my widows benefit to chop, and last time I was there it was just too hard for them - they couldn't comprehend that I currently work 11 hours a fortnight (NOT a week) in spite of my giving them payslips, tax forms and written advice from my employer. No, they cut my benefit because my hours of work had changed (they hadn't) and I had a heck of a job to get it reinstated. 11 hours a fortnight! You'd think I was trying to diddle them out of millions!! I've got till Friday to get my CV and covering letter in if I'm going to apply. Part of me wants to and most of me doesn't - too lazy, too afraid of change and new things, too worried about the what-ifs. I should. Might make it tomorrow's mission.
Righto, lunch then off to work. Good to be blogging again.