Well! I have no excuse other than it would appear that when you qualify as a bona fide accountant they expect you to know a few things...oh, and do them as quickly as someone who has been qualified for 10 years. So basically I have lived at work and when I did venture home creeped back at the weekends to do a bit more.
I've decided I am not overly enamoured with the stress of working in the higher grade on a permanent basis but I so enjoyed the work I was doing and I am so very sad not to be able to stay on the same team. I had to find a permanent post or be declared suplus at the end of March. I applied for the only post available, because y'all know the new government have decided that we all must work hard enough to do the 40% of additional work that will be created as a result of laying of 40% of the workforce in order to claw back THEIR deficit.
I got the job which I think was either out of desperation because only 1 other person applied (I suspect) or because I had layngitis and they thought that the extra high squeeky voice meant I must be desperate and they felt a favour was required.
The job is in policy, lets just clarify at this point that I have avoided policy roles like the plague for the 4 years I have been getting qualified. It's only fitting then that I work in that role as my first proper job - I am a little bit scared. All right a lot. I think I may fall on my arse and ruin the career before it starts. Hubby would say self-confidence was never my strong point. However, I am immensely grateful to have a fairly stable permanent job at the moment so I am not complaining, just scared.
Where have I been? Well working and stressing the rest of the time and I have decided that life is too short and family are much too important for that. I love being at home. I think I may have mentioned I want to win the lottery before so I can be a housewife and the mother I yearn to be....that and breed Bichon Frise and Maltese puppies and only sell them to families with children.
I had two weeks off for Christmas and New Year. It was very greedy and indulgent of me but it was the first time I have had more than 3 days off for that period in 5 years. Some would worry about the fact that I was writing daily lists of things to do around the house and moving things from cupboards to cupboards by the second week. Others would think me mental for setting up and maintaining a spreadsheet that lists, by author, the books I have read, want to read, will keep and those I will read and then pass onto charities and friends. In my defence....I AM AN ACCOUNTANT - SPREADSHEETS ARE WHAT WE DO (though I don't know how to work most formulas hence the need to stress and come in and do extra hours) - and I buy 2 books a week during the daily food shop (don't ask!) and so have a stock of 50 (and those are only the ones I will read and pass onto others, not the ones I will keep) that still need to be read.
reasons for not blogging updates; all the TV programmes I love have started - having Sky HD and Sky + I MUST fill up the planner on both - and I am watching all sorts of new programmes plus some of my favourites - Glee (Sue Sylvester is my AMAZING!), Criminal Minds (because I am a closet FBI profiler and Morgan is SOOOOOO fine) and Greys Anatomy (well because it makes me cry and then go and hug Hubby and Beautiful B and they roll their eyes).
The whole gym thing is going okay - that slipped a little because of the work and resultant need to sleep or spend time with family but my New Years Resolution to teach myself to jog/run this year will sort that out kind of sharpish. Seriously guys, I have never run-I need surgery for it not to be painful, enough is enough I have decided I can run on the treadmill while I am watching Morgan do his thing. The weight thing is fabulous and my other resolution is to lose the same weight again as that which I have lost in the last 4 months - that's easy, after all, I can do that while at work.
Beautiful B is marvellous and as gorgeous as ever. She is a hardworking little B having taken only Christmas Day and New Years Day off work and they were forced on her, well because, you know it's a HOLIDAY. I am so very proud of her work ethic (or desire for cash), she makes me proud to be her mum every single minute of every single day.
Hubby is wonderful. He is at home while I
blog work doing the washing and making lasagne for tea during football, snooker, golf, cricket, darts breaks.
Angel is having a mare! If I was the praying sort (and lets face it, as a disfellowshiped Jehovah's Witness and only one step up from the devil I am not sure it would help if I was) I would pray for her right now. I may talk about God but I do sometimes question if he exists and even if he doesn't cause the problems, why doesn't he stop them - Angel and her beautiful family are crapped on from a great height on a very regular basis. I am there for her, holding her hand throughout, and loving her more each day and she knows that and says it helps. On the up side, she is ecstatic at Blackpool's antics in the Premier League. I will not even dream to know what half of what is going on - all I know is that the manager's interviews are always worth watching - like me, he says what he thinks and I am not sure he thinks about the potential fallout before he opens his mouth.