One Door Closes, and a Window Opens
OK, this is all getting a bit disjointed, but bear with me, it will all make sense in the end!
I am typing this up on the laptop and saving it as a word document till i can get online and add it to the blog. I have done a separtate entry for the week i spent in Ireland at easter, but this blog is about the other stuff that has been happening, and believe me, i have been busy!
When i originally approached OSA about acting as an agent for renting my house out, he needed a date to put as available from, at the time work was bandying around 31st March as a last day so told him 1st april. then i never heard anything.
So, in the true procraster style that i always revert to, i did nothing either.
Big mistake!
On 2nd April I got a phone call asking if it was ok to view the house, a couple were interested and wanted to move in immediately, coz ofcourse, i had said it wud be available from the 1st!
mad panic as i ran round tidying up and suddenly the enormanty of the amount of work i had to do hit home. I was booked to fly to Ireland on Wednesday 7th and i hadn't even packed for that, let alone packing boxes to move out!
So i made a decision to get my arse into gear and move because the sooner i did it the better, and it would be one less thing to worry about!
Sorted out a storage room with The Storage People, booked a removal man for tuesday 7th April and started a mad packing frensy.
As it turned out the couple veiwing the house did not want it as there was not enough garden, so that pressure was off but realy did need to sort out so i could go away with a clear conscience.
So on Tuesday 7th April, the removal men appeared, I was a little bit concerned about the health of them and whether they were up to the lifting and carrying, but they managed, just.
I had the morning off work and had to be finished and done by 1pm. Even though there were loads of boxes packed it became obvious that there was still more to do. Eventually got the furniture and all the packed boxes into storage and Mum supervised the unloading of the truck as i had to go to work. I went straight back to the house at tea time and finished off and tidied up. That was a long, emotional day. I was moving out of my little house. My home which was so symbolic of my independence and survival, but at the end of the day, it is bricks and mortar and its me which makes it home, so whereever i am that will be my home now.
Wednesday morning, i woke up in my old teenage bedroom, surrounded by boxes of "essential" stuff. My bags were packed for my week away to Ireland and I would not be back till the next week.
Moving back home was interesting. That first morning I was trying to have a shower, I turned on the tap and waited for it to warm up. And waited. And waited.
Mum shouted through that i should try turning the tap off and back on again. Tried that, but i was sure it was colder, not hotter. I was right! In Mum's bathroom the red labbelled tap is cold and and the blue tap is hot!
Ofcourse, why would i not know that!
I returned back in the UK a week later and suddenly realised that after all this waiting to leave work, we only had two weeks left! And boy, did those two weeks go fast!
The last week at work was weird. We were producing on Monday and did a short shift on Tuesday and on Wednesday 29th we were home by 10am! On the last day, the engineers were in ripping down walls and taking out machinery. It was very sad.
We got our redundancy checks on Thursday 30th April and all went to the pub for a drink. Then we all went to the pub again on Friday night, just incase we had not had enough leaving do's already ( I think this was about the 5th!)
So this was it, I woke up on May 1st and i was officially unemployed and homeless.
It was also dads 65th birthday, so he was not at work either. We went for a curry with Helen and Elizabeth, Richard and Beth and then i went dancing in Flares.
Saturday afternoon we went to the beer festival and spent the afternoon sat in the sunshine, drinking real ale (or cider in my case) and chin wagging with a couple of fellas we met.
Then on sunday we did the same!! I could get used to being unemployed if its like this all the time!
Then on wednesday, I thought that maybe i ought to rejoin the real world and signed up to an agency for some casual factory work. As fast as i was filling in the application forms I was being offered work for that night! So that wednesday night, thursday night and friday night I worked 22.00 till 06.00 at Headlands, putting dumplings in the beef casserole! Well how else did you think they got there?
Spent 6 shifts doing that and then moved onto working at the Chemist packaging internet orders. That was much nicer and the ladies in the shop were loverly! They made me feel really welcome and kept asking me to stay, but my ticket was booked and plans were inplace.
This brings me up to saturday 23rd May, read the other blogs to find out what happens next!
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