It’s been a couple of weeks since my last post, and you may be wondering why. You may not even have given it a second thought, but that’s another subject for another post. So why no post? Well, at the beginning of the year, I promised myself that my blog was going to contain less ranting. I feel that my last couple of missives were successful in the ‘less ranting’ format, and therein lies the problem. If I’m not having a rant, then what do I have to say?
Mrs H has been having a rare old time looking at her personal finances. Three weeks ago, she got a letter about some share scheme she had paid into that was about to mature. It wasn’t a large amount, but it got her thinking about other schemes she had paid over the years. One of the things that she wondered about was the pension contributions she had made whilst working in the Health service. After a lot of digging around and a very stressful few hours on the phone and internet, it seems that she is entitled to a small monthly sum and a small lump sum. Rant Alert…rant alert … the amount of phone calls and the stress involved in trying to get this small amount of due money would have driven me over the edge … register here … activate this … create this password here … login here … wrong password … wrong login … wrong activation code … etc. In all honesty, I think I would have given in. I would have given in with quite a few swear words and a lot of alcohol intake. But at the end of the day she got it sorted. Well sorted for that particular job anyway. I suspect there is more to come!
I was now going to to talk about today. Or to be more specific, what today is! But in the spirit of ‘less ranting’ I have taken the decision to not mention St Valentines Day. Or, what it has become known as Valentines Day/Night/Week. I’m struggling here, not to get worked up about how we in Britain celebrate the execution of a Roman Bishop, by giving our nearest and dearest flowers, wine and chocolates! It is even more poignant this year, as the aforementioned day falls on the same day as Ash Wednesday (or the start of lent for those who didn’t know.) I wonder if, when ‘Brexit’ happens, that these old ‘European’ festivals will be abolished? One can only hope.
Well that’s it for tonight. Hope you liked this post, and you know what I’d like you to do if you did. Any comments are welcomed.
It was a quite stressful day today. It’s the end of the financial year, so certain reports have to be done. As usual, the reports did not do what the ‘finance whizz kids’ wanted them to do. It’s a bit annoying. Seven years ago, the software house told us that they would write any report we wanted, they just need to know what was wanted. The ‘whizz kids’ did nothing! As a consequence, I had to write the reports. The thing is, I am not an expert (more an expert now than I was) so the reports I write are very basic. At the end of the day, it all got sorted. It gets a bit heated between me and the finance manager. It’s not anger, more frustration, not helped by a certain line manager (soon to be ex) who seems to like to wind things up a bit. However, at the end of the day, it all got sorted, and the finance manager and me are still friends. That has got to say something!! We can have four or five hours at each other’s throats, and then when it’s all done, we are still mates.
I told my line manager (SM) that I had got a new position. He arrived at around half nine, and it took him until half ten, before he spoke to me. Then it was a beckoning wave and a “when you’ve had your chat, can I have a word?” Told him I was waiting to see my new boss, and then I would come and see him. His face was a picture. As I have mentioned, I did not get the job that ‘they’ wanted me to get. So he was not very pleased that, I was not going to be at his beck and call. My colleague, D*** was most supportive, and I felt he was quite pleased for me. Some of the others though, were still talking about ‘what are we going to do ……’ and ‘who will do this ….’ To be frank, and to misquote, “Frankly my dears, I don’t give a shit (damn)”
I think the interview went well. I did not get as tongue tied as I usually do. I don’t think they asked me any questions that I could not answer, but I didn’t seem to be talking a lot. I will find out on Friday. I got a bit of a surprise though. I thought I was applying for a specific job. However, it would seem that, I was applying for a position at the same grade, and only ‘preferencing’ (their term, not mine) the job I would like to do. If I do not fit their matrix, then I could end up doing something completely different. How do I feel about that? I don’t know really. I think, so long as it pays the same, and it is a job I can do, then what the hell, let’s go for it. I tell you something, it would be a right smack in the face to the smug bugger, who thinks I should be at his ‘beck and call’. Do you know, I have had more good wishes about this job from contacts on Twitter than I have from the people I work with!!!!! My service manager wished me good luck, but he has an ulterior motive, he does not want anyone else to do my job…I’m cheaper. My line manager, who has been my line manager for over 10 years, did not say good luck. At least he could have sent a txt. Nothing. What does that say to me? How valued do I feel, if my direct supervisor cannot bring himself to wish me luck? I am too annoyed to really vent my anger about this, so I will stop now.
On another note. I just bought a ‘caddy’ or enclosure for S****s old laptop hard drive. The motherboard gave in, and he was so pissed off about it that he paid about £160.0 to get the data off it and onto a USB portable drive. There was a lot of work he had done for his drama group, and he did not want to lose it again. So now he has three 500gb portable hard drives. Job done. I was quite amazed, at how cheap these hard drive caddies are. It cost me £7.49 inc, which I thought was very cheap. I remember looking at one a few years ago, when I changed computers, and I was looking at £50.00 at least. I have a couple of old hard drives in the loft (never throw them out, can’t be too careful), so I may have a look at getting a caddy for one of them.
Although R*** woke up at 04:45 a, and was in a foul mood, the day went quite well. He went off to his respite club for the day and Mrs H and me did a bit of shopping and had a bit of a walk. There have been a couple of moments when we thought he was going to kick off, but nothing happened. That can be quite stressful too, when something you expect to happen, just doesn’t.
I managed to synch my phone with Outlook today. This has been a bit of an uphill struggle. It all boils down to when I added the new RAM. I must have plugged all the USB peripherals into all the wrong ports, which seems to have messed everything up. However, the only thing that will not connect via bluetooth, is my PDA. To be honest, it always was easier to connect with the cable, so I may just do that. I believe though, that I can synch the PDA with Outlook too, it’s just finding out how to do it.
S**** seems to be struggling with his money. He has no income, but needs to spend to live. It doesn’t help, that his flat mates father seems to pay for everything. We cannot afford to do that, so S**** is going to have to do what 99% of students do, and get a job of some sort.
Well that seems to be it for today.