More assorted meanderings

This is a bit of a mixture; forgive me. Life seems to have shaken up its bag of liquorice allsorts and scattered a number of different ones out in front of me to peruse.

First of all, the job. I am going to be doing something different for three months and from a lengthy chat about it this morning, it sounds quite interesting and will actually involve me helping people to get results. This can only be good; don’t worry, I am not in the process of inspecting the gift horse in the mouth.

The other half of the job is still what I was doing before, which is also OK. Now all I have to do is solve the atmosphere in the office (or manage to manoeuvre a move elsewhere) and this would be fine and dandy. I will keep you updated.

Then there is the union work. Is “fun” the right way to describe this? Maybe not, but I’m sure you know what I mean, as you’ve probably worked out by now that I find solving problems and being proactive fun in a bizarre sort of way. It gives me an adrenaline rush of sorts as it makes me feel useful.

If (if…. if….) I could find a way to consolidate this, then maybe I could stay here for a while, maybe even move into doing more of the sort of things that I am good at, with the benefits of keeping myself in the NHS pay structure and knowing that for the next few years, I am guaranteed pay increases.

But in the meantime, I have applied for this “other” job, the one that would require an element of performance skills. However, I am not going to do anything more about this until I have got an interview. Then, other than doing my best in an interview, I will do nothing more until (or if) I get a job offer. Then there may have to be some quick thinking, but I am determined to cross that bring when if or when I come to it, not before.

That’s quite a few liquorice allsorts so far, but another, altogether surprising one was added to the pile last night.

The “D” word has been mentioned – by the ex-wife. Surprised? I was; you could have knocked over with a bloody feather. However, like most things of this nature, it’s not going to be a simple matter as there is a large house, a medium-sized mortgage and the small matter of maintaining some sort of financial independence, which may not be easy.

But…! There are also some huge advantages, not least of which will be that I could become kosher, step out of the shadows and become real. Don’t get me wrong, my heart leapt, but I know it could take some time.

I suspect there is much more to come about this particular subject, so for now I will continue to cogitate.