Step back in time

Sorry, Kylie, but I need to borrow the title.

Been feeling a bit sorry for myself of late because of missing out on the job and losing the kitten, but have realised that this means that I have merely gone back to my situation of about six weeks ago.

So..  Onward and upward. 

There's another job to apply for in the paper today.  After about 50 knockbacks it wont really matter if I get it or not.  However, I'm considering lying about the level of my 'Tasmanianness'.  Seems like I always lose out to a local.  Clearly I haven't been here long enough and nor do I know enough people.  Quals and experience seem to be a bit irrelevant so I may have to lie.

Is a terrible mother

A few weeks ago I posted about getting a new kitten.  It was so exciting.  As I type this she's watching the script unroll across the screen.  The monitor is covered in kitten footprints as she's chased the curser and the text happening. 

Here she is:

Now I'm going to do something dreadful to her.

Right now I have three cats.  Two big 'uns and a little 'un.  They aren't getting on, so I've decided that little one needs a new home.ZZZZZZZZ  (Little cat just typed that.)  She is such a gorgeous little creature, but she spends most of her time avoiding the older cats as they bully her horribly.   When she interacts with me, she sits on my shoulder as I walk around the place and she purrs incredibly loudly.  But when the other cats are around she hides in the laundry and wont come out until they've gone elsewhere.

So I've posted on Freecycle and someone has responded.  She sounds really keen.  But I'm so nervous about giving a kitten away. (As I typed that the kitten chased the text and fell sideways.  She's a character.)  I really hope she's going to a good home, but I wont know.

Most people would say 'She's a cat'.  'Get over it', but I'm an enormous sook and want all little creatures to have a good life.

Oh, and I didn't get the job.  Need to have a major rethink about all sorts of stuff, not just the cat companions.

Que Sera Sera

For the last few weeks I've been focused on a job that I really wanted.  Everything's been put on hold a bit while I waited to find out whether the job came through.

The advert for the job happened.  I got all of the info necessary and wrote my application.  The list of stuff they wanted could've been written to suit my quals and experience.

Last week, I was interviewed for the job.  It wasn't a good experience.  I think I was just too desperate.  They told me that there would be a result by today.  I've heard nothing, so I assume that I did not get the job.

I took an enormous leap to move here - mostly for the fact that I could (theoretically) own a house and garden. Of course this all depended on getting a job to pay the mortgage.  The job I have at the moment pays an amount that means that 50% of my income goes on the mortgage.  This wasn't what I expected.

Given that the dream job doesn't appear to have materialised, it looks as though I have some big decisions coming up.  I can't afford to stay here if I don't get a better paid job.  That means selling up and finding somewhere else for the three cats and I.

One of the options is going to live in Darwin with my brother.  That would be rent free.  But I left Darwin 30 years ago because it was awful.  I know it's changed, but the climate sucks.  I find it hard to 'do' hot weather.

Anyway, all of this is a whinge and I really don't want to do that.  Just a bit sad that things aren't looking like working out and I'll need to make some further sacrifices.  Boo hoo.  It's a bugger being a middle aged single woman.

But having just watched the 'New Inventors' I understand that I'm bloody lucky not to need any of the inventions they just featured - wheelchair, specs and IV pole.

Always hoping for the best

Had an interview the other day for my dream job.  Not quite sure how it went.  Felt as though I ran off at the mouth a bit.  Who knows.