Thanks to Kaz I have a few shifts at a job that's far more my speed than either of the other jobs I am doing, and one that... should I get the position in earnest and decide to, will let me pack in both other jobs. Obviously staring at a black application currently, which needs finishing tonight.
It's more selling yourself, which I am terrible at.
Also despite it being a job of writing, it involves a few white lies cos I've never done some of the stuff they ask for, but I probably could, given a decent handover.
Pah, maybe selling your-shitty-selves is hard, I'm a-fucking-mazing
no but seriously there's a couple of people on here who are whizzes at applications and cvs, at least there used to be, I forget who it was though. I'm terrible at that sort of thing, so luckily I just need to list the languages and tools I use, and then tell them in interviews about what I specifically did in certain projects
"I spent years thinking Yorke was legit Downs-ish disabled and could only achieve lucidity through song" - Mr B
Finances in project management always annoys me. Overall my project is massively affordable, but next financial year it's a bit short because we're changing supplier and have additional development costs to take account of. But it's such a hassle to reprofile the funding across the years it's frustrating.
I'm falling apart to songs about hips and hearts...
Look I'm home now and doing my black belt in wallowing and self care but there was a point today I just thought "fucking hell Gav, wobble thy self".
Picked up a woman from MRI going back to the ward. My common convo starter is linked to me having one last year on my knee, a decent enough ice breaker, establishes empathy etc. But this wasn't her first.
She's not much older than me, and instantly bright and cheery and extremely well mannered (something that definitely gets noticed). Looks healthy! In the past seven years she's had 5 liver tumours, 7 lung tumours, and this MRI was to check for one on her brain. And to speak to her, you wouldn't have a single clue. So happy and nice to be around. Determined to stay that way.
Put me in my place that's for damn sure. What a woman.
I’m finding that when you have something shitty and incurable you can take a bit of strength and good feeling by trying your hardest to be keep being happy and jolly and not making a deal about it. It’s cathartic, really.
Finally, after two years of "cover rota" not knowing what I'm working on a monday until the previous Thursday nonsense, every week being different, constant "y u not off when I need u" arguments, today I was offered a set rota. A decent one at that. The Holy grail of porters at UHW. Permanent contract should follow very soon.
8 week rotation, and basically it goes (rota works mon-sun FYI)
2 weekends, in both days
1 weekend in only sat
2 weekends in both days
1 weekend in only sun
2 weekends off (second one leading to mon&tues off)
.. and back to the start. If that makes sense?
Decent mix of weekdays off (I need my Me Time) and weekends off to keep her 9-5 life sweet. No nightshifts, ever. Working any weekend day results in wage buffs.