Greetings one and all!
I hope that you all fare well in your lives and various projects.
I’ve been busy these last few weeks.
Three weeks ago I was rushing to finish my tale of wizarding Triad-like adventures, and I thankfully managed that. Why was I rushing, you may ask? The reason was due to the fact that I was going to be attending an elder cousin’s wedding in London on the weekend. So come Friday morning I was typing furiously and managed to cap the tale off. It may have a sequel, there’s certainly the scope for it, but I needed to finish it because I was starting a new job straight after the wedding.
No time to normalise or take stock or do any of the usual things one would do before a new job. So for a week I typed and got my things ready, both for the wedding and the job.
Two weeks later I am very, very glad that I finished the novel. I do not have the time now, and my rusty hand joints mean that I am in too much pain to write any more than 3/4 nights a week come the evening. Weekend’s are different, but even now (on a Saturday afternoon) I find typing a bit of a trial.
I’m currently in training at a finance company. Would never have thought I’d end up in such a place. It’s good though. Primarily because, despite all of my work experiences, I lacked knowledge of the financial industry.
Explicit Consent and Letters of Authority.
All of these terms have become second nature for me to rattle off in the past fortnight, and I certainly have a better grasp of what finance means, and how to deal with it better in my own life.
I’ll be going bond and savings deal shopping with my first payslip.
That, and sending/giving gifts to all of those people who helped me, who stood by me, during the 14 months I spent unemployed. Sure, I was studying too, and got my TEFL teaching certificate, as well as writing like a nuclear powered story typing demon. Oh! Money will be going to the British Red Cross charity, as well.
It’s an Indian custom to use your first payslip to give out gifts.
The drinks machines at my new workplace are all free, and so I’ve begun drinking a *lot* more coffee. Between 3 to 5 cups a day. It’s not bad, and even for machine made coffee.
14 months is a long time to spend out of work, and it’s good to know that, although I am rusty, I can still perform to a good standard.
I’ll be posting a poem after this musing, just so you know I’ve still been busy writing; even if most of the work is in my head rather than on a page/screen. ;)
To all of the wonderful bloggers and readers/commenters who’ve been greatly supportive during the past year, you all have my heartfelt thanks, too. :)