Well, after thirteen months in the department my ‘temporary’ contract finally came to an end I’m now taking the opportunity to have some much needed R ‘n’ R before I begin the next phase of my career.
After an emotional final week, when I was treated to a fabulous night out with the girls, followed by a cooked breakfast in the canteen and then a third treat; a G&T in the bar where I was unexpectedly presented with gifts and a card; I’ve shut down my lovely new PC for the very last time and am now taking a bit of time out to decide what my next step will be.
I’ll continue to do a bit of casual work here and there so I have a few pennies coming in, but it’s important that after working so hard to build up my experience, (and my bank balance), I now step back, re-focus and look forward to the next exciting job opportunity.
For now, however, I’m just going to sit down, relax, and enjoy what’s left of the British
Just had another departmental night out on the town. It’s a hard life getting chauffeur driven to parties, all paid for by your employer, but somebody has to do it.
We’d all met up for pre-meal cocktails at a nearby bar before inflicting the unsuspecting Mexican restaurant with our raucous laughter at snapchat while wearing sombreros. Enid Blyton would’ve had a field day writing Six Go Mad in Mexico, although it clearly wouldn’t have been a very suitable read for children.
It was a vegetarian delight to see so many different options on the menu, so it would’ve been rude not to try as many of them as was humanly possible (thank heavens for elasticated waistbands). The tortilla chips and salsas were a welcome appetiser while the cheese quesadillas with chilli cheese fries certainly soaked up the tequila margaritas (and beers!) There was only one dessert I was interested in and that was the tequila sorbet – oh my poor liver.
Benjamin Franklin famously once said “In this world nothing can be said to be certain, except death and taxes“, and in recent weeks I’ve experienced both. After chasing Her Majesty’s Revenue and Customs for well over a year I finally got my tax rebate – hurrah. It was a relatively small sum of money, but it was the principle that mattered most to me. It was MY money and therefore I didn’t see why anyone else should have it. On a sadder note, I experienced the passing of a very dear friend who I’d known for the past twenty years.
While I realise that anyone reaching their eighties is judged to have had ‘a good innings’, especially if they’d suffered bouts of ill health during their twilight years, it’s still upsetting when the inevitable happens. At times like these it makes you more aware of your own mortality and the preciousness of living. It also makes you realise that you only get one life and you mustn’t waste a single moment of it. Ted taught me many lessons, but the one which I will cherish the most is nicely summed up by British author and poet C. S. Lewis; ” You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream“…
Rest In Peace.