I can’t help but feel like I am in a holding pattern at the moment. I haven’t applied for any jobs for a couple of weeks. I think I am just over the whole process. I know a lot of people would be annoyed to know that, but there’s not a whole lot I can do about it. I am over it, completely. I’m down to my last grand in the bank. That’ll last about 3 weeks, tops. Then the proverbial excrement hits the rotary cooling system.
The manbeast isn’t happy at his job – which worries me because the way he’s currently talking, it sounds like they’re not happy with him either. I am hoping he is just blowing it out of proportion and that he’s just having a crappy time that will pass soon enough. We sort of can’t afford to be both of us out of work.
Of course, all this talk has really got me worried about dropping another couple extra grand on the certificate that I want to get but then, it’s a catch 22, without the certification, I won’t be able to get work in the field that I really want to be in. The Cert III is the minimum standard now for childcare. No one takes on unqualified carers anymore, nevermind the fact that I am ace with teh babes and younglings.
Fears. I haz dem.
Anyway, I just wanted to write something new to keep this blog moving. I’m already writing daily on my WW blog but that’s a whole lot of not much but weight issues and ranting about food which… is pretty uninteresting for those inclined to read this here blog anyway.
I was just lamenting on Facebook (ironic) that all teh good old blogs have died. All the new ones are so hard to connect with – they’re all pushing paid reviews and monetised competitions and sponsorship deals. Whatever happened to just writing about life?
Fucking Facebook, that’s what happened.