Those of you (you precious few) that read my blog (bless all six of you whoever you are) will recall that HR and I are in the process of selling a house.
You might recall my blog 'Patience is a Virtue' where I mentioned casually that the buyers of aforementioned house had been quite insistent that we produce signed contracts on such a date at such a time or they would rescind their not so generous offer. You might also recall I was having difficulty pressing send on the email containing the required contracts (HR pushed the button so to speak).
Subsequent blogs have mentioned that the buyers (God bless them) wanted to bring the settlement date forward and HR and I were happy with that.
Today is the day they SHOULD have settled. Well guess what? Those lovely impatient people weren't ready and asked for an extension!!!! You can imagine our response. We were NOT happy one little bit. You might say I was a bit cross actually. I may have used profanity quite liberally and creatively. However, as HR and I are REALLY bloody nice people ( and original settlement day was next Monday anyway) we acquiesced to their request.
Meanwhile the real estate agents are sending me 'rate your agent' emails. Cool I will rate my agent when the transaction is completed. Well no they think I should rate when they want me to so they send reminder emails. SERIOUSLY you might want to wait until the damned house settles before I tell you what I really think of your agent, because believe you me if the buyers default (and that will be a whole other story) I will NOT be continuing to use you or her as an agent, let me be VERY clear on that. The agent has made it abundantly clear that they are only interested in the dollars at the end of the transaction and that they do not care about being honest in getting those dollars, nor are they about the seller in any way shape or form.
So tomorrow at 2:00 pm they will once again attempt to complete the settlement of the house.
I am not holding my breath.
Thursday, 5 May 2016
Saturday, 30 April 2016
Seafood Special
This is living....
HR and I trundled off to Batemans Bay today. Not an onerous journey at all. Some lovely scenery and quaint towns on the way, though the traffic behaviour left quite a bit to be desired. Yes Mr NSW Ford Territory, I am looking at you you tailgating fool!!!! HR was quite cross and was seen to apply the brakes in an effort to dissuade Mr NSW Ford Territory from getting any closer, apparently HR could not see the car's grill in his mirrors.
Batemans Bay is a very pretty place.
This is the view from the room at Mariners on the Waterfront.
Mariners on the Waterfront is perfectly positioned. Close to all the shops and eateries, has picturesque views and a hotel/restaurant attached. Perfect one would think. But alas the rooms themselves leave a bit to be desired. At $150.00 a night in coastal NSW I would expect a little more luxury than we have. On the website the rooms look lovely, frankly I have paid less for better in country NSW.
Rooms aside the food at the restaurant/hotel was really excellent for pub meals and the views from the pub's decks and balconies are pure awesomeness.
HR and I had several pre dinner drinks on the deck over looking the bay. As the daylight faded (and the level lowered on HR's beer) we made our way to the dining room.
HR availed himself of a 250gm steak with mushroom sauce (the Philistine eats it medium to well done ugh). The steak was cooked as ordered and the gravy was really quite tasty not the usual mass produced from a tin of instant one normally gets from a pub. The salad dressing was not the usual pub french dressing.
I ordered the seafood platter. A very tasty and nicely presented plate with fresh prawns, local oysters, beetroot cured salmon, salt and pepper squid, seared garlic scallops,fish in tempura, chips and salad.It was a freaking huge plate full!!!!! The salmon and the fish were the best part of this meal and the squid was cooked perfectly. I do like tempura , it's cleaner and crisper than your average batter.
The meal was so huge there was not even a hint of a thought of dessert.
A perfectly acceptable dining experience!
Back in the room and HR made me a lovely cup of Madame Flavours Delicate Green Jasmine and Pear tea ( see my blog 'Lets Talk About Tea') and we watched the last quarter of the Giants v Hawks game. A great end to a great day as the Hawks got hammered by 75 points. Last years Premiers not looking quite as good as they could (see my blog 'Up There Cazaley' for an explanation ). Of course that is yet another result that has screwed my tipping up this week. Ah well, we all know tipping is a mugs game......
Anyway the Cats are eclipsing the Suns and I have yet another cup of tea. Tomorrow we shall return to the home front and commence preparations for another fun filled week at The Crypt!!
HR and I trundled off to Batemans Bay today. Not an onerous journey at all. Some lovely scenery and quaint towns on the way, though the traffic behaviour left quite a bit to be desired. Yes Mr NSW Ford Territory, I am looking at you you tailgating fool!!!! HR was quite cross and was seen to apply the brakes in an effort to dissuade Mr NSW Ford Territory from getting any closer, apparently HR could not see the car's grill in his mirrors.
Batemans Bay is a very pretty place.
This is the view from the room at Mariners on the Waterfront.
Mariners on the Waterfront is perfectly positioned. Close to all the shops and eateries, has picturesque views and a hotel/restaurant attached. Perfect one would think. But alas the rooms themselves leave a bit to be desired. At $150.00 a night in coastal NSW I would expect a little more luxury than we have. On the website the rooms look lovely, frankly I have paid less for better in country NSW.
Rooms aside the food at the restaurant/hotel was really excellent for pub meals and the views from the pub's decks and balconies are pure awesomeness.
HR and I had several pre dinner drinks on the deck over looking the bay. As the daylight faded (and the level lowered on HR's beer) we made our way to the dining room.
HR availed himself of a 250gm steak with mushroom sauce (the Philistine eats it medium to well done ugh). The steak was cooked as ordered and the gravy was really quite tasty not the usual mass produced from a tin of instant one normally gets from a pub. The salad dressing was not the usual pub french dressing.
I ordered the seafood platter. A very tasty and nicely presented plate with fresh prawns, local oysters, beetroot cured salmon, salt and pepper squid, seared garlic scallops,fish in tempura, chips and salad.It was a freaking huge plate full!!!!! The salmon and the fish were the best part of this meal and the squid was cooked perfectly. I do like tempura , it's cleaner and crisper than your average batter.
The meal was so huge there was not even a hint of a thought of dessert.
A perfectly acceptable dining experience!
Back in the room and HR made me a lovely cup of Madame Flavours Delicate Green Jasmine and Pear tea ( see my blog 'Lets Talk About Tea') and we watched the last quarter of the Giants v Hawks game. A great end to a great day as the Hawks got hammered by 75 points. Last years Premiers not looking quite as good as they could (see my blog 'Up There Cazaley' for an explanation ). Of course that is yet another result that has screwed my tipping up this week. Ah well, we all know tipping is a mugs game......
Anyway the Cats are eclipsing the Suns and I have yet another cup of tea. Tomorrow we shall return to the home front and commence preparations for another fun filled week at The Crypt!!
Friday, 29 April 2016
Settling in
Previously on my blog HR and I abandoned 18 years of history in Queensland and moved to New South Wales (NSW) (yes HR left 18 months before me but whatever) and we did the whole negotiate a price for the house whilst driving across Australia.
Several weeks have passed and we have moved into a rather nice abode (rental) and started the next phase of life.
I now work in the same building as HR but thankfully we rarely cross paths. If I thought the previous place of employment was a Mausoleum I truly had no clue, at least that place had windows!!!! I will heretofore refer to my place of employ as 'The Crypt'.
My new job has quite the story attached. The day I started a lovely young lady met me in reception and after introducing herself she advised me that she would teach me the role I was to have in this organisation (she had been dong the job temporarily and was about to return to her own organisation). For three weeks we worked closely together and I dutifully learned the ropes. But wait, there are rumours flying, it seems that the hierarchy don't want the young lady to leave, it seems the hierarchy might have a cunning plan to keep her (all well and good but where does that leave me?).
Upshot is that the hierarchy had their way and the young lady was spirited 'upstairs' with the role she was supposed to hand over to me....... oh well I still have a job just no idea what it is (and the extra remuneration I was slated for went with the work)
The following week I front up to work and the boss calls me in and explains her vision for me. As I walk out from a very good meeting she asks me to prepare the forms for the extra remuneration (woohoo). So now I have a focus and some extra pennies and I am quite happy with it all. And yes I have applied or some other jobs but as a promotion where I am (fingers crossed)
Right so while all the above is transpiring the saga of the house sale continues.I swear the bloody real estate agent is actually working for the buyer not us. Making all the demands for the buyer and when I demure she's their advocate!!!!!!
So the house is officially under contract, the contract is unconditional and settlement is next week. The Moet is in the fridge.
But what about the cat I hear some of you ask...
Well, the poor kitteh was placed in a cattery for the first time in her life while we cleaned house, drove interstate and set up the new place. Kitteh has NEVER been away from home before and she has certainly never been on a plane before!!! HR picked her up from the airport. Our once aloof skittish kitteh is now the biggest sook ever!! She sleeps on the end of the bed, snuggles up on the couch in the evening and is even nice to us. Of course she absotively LOVES the stairs and thunders up and down them regularly.
Anyway, back to HR and me. I haven't killed him yet.
We have a reasonable division of labour going on. I have some weekends to myself and he has some of his weekends during the week so there is still a degree of separation.
This weekend is one we share so we're off to the coast. The blogging will be more regular now as I will be reporting on where we go and the experiences we have.
Several weeks have passed and we have moved into a rather nice abode (rental) and started the next phase of life.
I now work in the same building as HR but thankfully we rarely cross paths. If I thought the previous place of employment was a Mausoleum I truly had no clue, at least that place had windows!!!! I will heretofore refer to my place of employ as 'The Crypt'.
My new job has quite the story attached. The day I started a lovely young lady met me in reception and after introducing herself she advised me that she would teach me the role I was to have in this organisation (she had been dong the job temporarily and was about to return to her own organisation). For three weeks we worked closely together and I dutifully learned the ropes. But wait, there are rumours flying, it seems that the hierarchy don't want the young lady to leave, it seems the hierarchy might have a cunning plan to keep her (all well and good but where does that leave me?).
Upshot is that the hierarchy had their way and the young lady was spirited 'upstairs' with the role she was supposed to hand over to me....... oh well I still have a job just no idea what it is (and the extra remuneration I was slated for went with the work)
The following week I front up to work and the boss calls me in and explains her vision for me. As I walk out from a very good meeting she asks me to prepare the forms for the extra remuneration (woohoo). So now I have a focus and some extra pennies and I am quite happy with it all. And yes I have applied or some other jobs but as a promotion where I am (fingers crossed)
Right so while all the above is transpiring the saga of the house sale continues.I swear the bloody real estate agent is actually working for the buyer not us. Making all the demands for the buyer and when I demure she's their advocate!!!!!!
So the house is officially under contract, the contract is unconditional and settlement is next week. The Moet is in the fridge.
But what about the cat I hear some of you ask...
Well, the poor kitteh was placed in a cattery for the first time in her life while we cleaned house, drove interstate and set up the new place. Kitteh has NEVER been away from home before and she has certainly never been on a plane before!!! HR picked her up from the airport. Our once aloof skittish kitteh is now the biggest sook ever!! She sleeps on the end of the bed, snuggles up on the couch in the evening and is even nice to us. Of course she absotively LOVES the stairs and thunders up and down them regularly.
Anyway, back to HR and me. I haven't killed him yet.
We have a reasonable division of labour going on. I have some weekends to myself and he has some of his weekends during the week so there is still a degree of separation.
This weekend is one we share so we're off to the coast. The blogging will be more regular now as I will be reporting on where we go and the experiences we have.
Friday, 1 April 2016
Patience is a VIRTUE!!!!!!
I am so close to cutting my nose off to spite my face. You may ask why would one do that?Well...
Tuesday the removalists turned up and we were busily packing when the real Estate agent calls: 'Can I bring someone through today...'
Well sure but you know we're moving and the place is trashed and
'Oh that's ok. They don't mind'
So through the punters trundle and we play dodge the buyer.
Wednesday we are madly cleaning. The Real Estate agent rings: 'It ticked their boxes but I didn't get the high five moment. Will keep you up to date'
Thursday 40 minutes into a six hour drive the madness begins. 'They made an offer it's this many days and this many whatevers and the offer is...' and the phone cuts out in a black spot.
Drive madly to the next major town for coverage and get the offer which is madly below the asking price.
The next four hours of the drive are spent playing phone tag with the Real Estate agent and HR (HR is driving the Beast and I am driving my gorgeous little KIA). We finally negotiate a price and the contract is emailed to us.
We arrive at the day's destination and are hassled by the real Estate agent to get the contract signed and back to her. Umm we have no printer/scanner they can wait till tomorrow when we get to the final destination. 'Oh well they're awfully keen' YES and I will get stuff done when I can get to the technology I need and a chance to read the bloody contract.
Friday another 6 hour drive punctuated with texts as to where we are at with the contracts!
Arrive at the final destination and call the agent and she informs us the buyer has said if we don't have the contracts to her/them by 0900 tomorrow he will rescind the offer.
GUESS WHAT SUNSHINE...GO A FUCKING HEAD!!!!
You KNEW from the start we were packing and moving and you've been told on several occasions we're driving so how about you exercise some patience!!!!!!!!
So now COB Friday has come and gone and I have the contract signed and witnessed and scanned in, attached to an email ready to send...Some one needs to make me hit send....cos I don't want too
Don't poke the bear people.....I hate being threatened!!!!!
Tuesday the removalists turned up and we were busily packing when the real Estate agent calls: 'Can I bring someone through today...'
Well sure but you know we're moving and the place is trashed and
'Oh that's ok. They don't mind'
So through the punters trundle and we play dodge the buyer.
Wednesday we are madly cleaning. The Real Estate agent rings: 'It ticked their boxes but I didn't get the high five moment. Will keep you up to date'
Thursday 40 minutes into a six hour drive the madness begins. 'They made an offer it's this many days and this many whatevers and the offer is...' and the phone cuts out in a black spot.
Drive madly to the next major town for coverage and get the offer which is madly below the asking price.
The next four hours of the drive are spent playing phone tag with the Real Estate agent and HR (HR is driving the Beast and I am driving my gorgeous little KIA). We finally negotiate a price and the contract is emailed to us.
We arrive at the day's destination and are hassled by the real Estate agent to get the contract signed and back to her. Umm we have no printer/scanner they can wait till tomorrow when we get to the final destination. 'Oh well they're awfully keen' YES and I will get stuff done when I can get to the technology I need and a chance to read the bloody contract.
Friday another 6 hour drive punctuated with texts as to where we are at with the contracts!
Arrive at the final destination and call the agent and she informs us the buyer has said if we don't have the contracts to her/them by 0900 tomorrow he will rescind the offer.
GUESS WHAT SUNSHINE...GO A FUCKING HEAD!!!!
You KNEW from the start we were packing and moving and you've been told on several occasions we're driving so how about you exercise some patience!!!!!!!!
So now COB Friday has come and gone and I have the contract signed and witnessed and scanned in, attached to an email ready to send...Some one needs to make me hit send....cos I don't want too
Don't poke the bear people.....I hate being threatened!!!!!
Sunday, 27 March 2016
Slowly Losing My Mind (it'll take as long as footy season...)
27 March 2016
For the last six months I (and many others) have been whinging and whining that the Footy season is over (see my Up There Cazaly Blog for more explanations about Aussie Rules).
We have suffered through the glorious long hot summer, we've watched Cricket (see my I Don't Like Cricket Blog), hated Tennis ( no one blogs about Tennis) and even got excited about the pre season challenge...some of us have even found an new job interstate and are in the process of moving.
Four days ago we watched as Carlton made a good game against Richmond, going down gallantly by nine points.
We watched in astonishment as Melbourne pipped the Giants by two points, ruining everyone's tipping. We watched the suns belt Essendon as expected, watched an engrossing game between North Melbourne and Adelaide (North won). We snickered madly waiting for Eddie shots as the filth (Collingwood) went down to the Swans (and prayed we don't cop as big a hiding tonight). The Bulldogs upset Fremantle and Port Adelaide finally triumphed over St Kilda.
Now its the Brisbane Lions versus West Coast Eagles and we are getting smashed...sigh.
I hate footy season.I hate being full of hope and confidence and then as the day gets closer I start to fret. I worry. I start making deals with God/the Universe. I think if I do this then the boys will win. It's agony.
I hate reading Twitter as the game unfolds. If I am not at the game I cannot watch us play live on the telly. I swear, a LOT, I shout and carry on, and the neighbours worry.
I 'watch' the game via the AFL site, watching the stats but not the play.
I hate seeing my boys getting their arses handed to them. I hate seeing the umpires favour the high flying teams. Some of the umpiring decisions tonight have been abysmal even allowing for my bias. As I am oft want to advise the umpires when I attend a match ...CONSISTENCY, IT ISN'T JUST FOR PUDDING!!!!!!!!!
I am hoping Leppa can get the boys up and about after half time.
The Twitter is going off that even though we are thirty nine points down we are looking a better team than we did last year.There is hope. There is ALWAYS hope.
Last year the club slogan was ' Believe Belong'. I believe in my team.
This year is 'Your team. Represent'. I LOVE my team.
Even though I won't live in Queensland anymore, I will still be a loyal Lions fan, I will still sponsor my player, Josh Clayton (number 19) and I will still be a member of the Women Of The Pride!!!!!
One day we will revisit the pinnacle of success, the Grand Final, and we WILL WIN and raise that Premiership Cup high and sing the club song loud and proud:
We are the Pride of Brisbane Town
We wear maroon, blue and gold
We will always fight for victory
Like Fitzroy and Bears of old
All for one
and one for all
We will answer to the call
Go Lions, the Brisbane Lions
We'll kick the winning score
You'll hear the mighty roar!!!!!
For the last six months I (and many others) have been whinging and whining that the Footy season is over (see my Up There Cazaly Blog for more explanations about Aussie Rules).
We have suffered through the glorious long hot summer, we've watched Cricket (see my I Don't Like Cricket Blog), hated Tennis ( no one blogs about Tennis) and even got excited about the pre season challenge...some of us have even found an new job interstate and are in the process of moving.
Four days ago we watched as Carlton made a good game against Richmond, going down gallantly by nine points.
We watched in astonishment as Melbourne pipped the Giants by two points, ruining everyone's tipping. We watched the suns belt Essendon as expected, watched an engrossing game between North Melbourne and Adelaide (North won). We snickered madly waiting for Eddie shots as the filth (Collingwood) went down to the Swans (and prayed we don't cop as big a hiding tonight). The Bulldogs upset Fremantle and Port Adelaide finally triumphed over St Kilda.
Now its the Brisbane Lions versus West Coast Eagles and we are getting smashed...sigh.
I hate footy season.I hate being full of hope and confidence and then as the day gets closer I start to fret. I worry. I start making deals with God/the Universe. I think if I do this then the boys will win. It's agony.
I hate reading Twitter as the game unfolds. If I am not at the game I cannot watch us play live on the telly. I swear, a LOT, I shout and carry on, and the neighbours worry.
I 'watch' the game via the AFL site, watching the stats but not the play.
I hate seeing my boys getting their arses handed to them. I hate seeing the umpires favour the high flying teams. Some of the umpiring decisions tonight have been abysmal even allowing for my bias. As I am oft want to advise the umpires when I attend a match ...CONSISTENCY, IT ISN'T JUST FOR PUDDING!!!!!!!!!
I am hoping Leppa can get the boys up and about after half time.
The Twitter is going off that even though we are thirty nine points down we are looking a better team than we did last year.There is hope. There is ALWAYS hope.
Last year the club slogan was ' Believe Belong'. I believe in my team.
This year is 'Your team. Represent'. I LOVE my team.
Even though I won't live in Queensland anymore, I will still be a loyal Lions fan, I will still sponsor my player, Josh Clayton (number 19) and I will still be a member of the Women Of The Pride!!!!!
One day we will revisit the pinnacle of success, the Grand Final, and we WILL WIN and raise that Premiership Cup high and sing the club song loud and proud:
We are the Pride of Brisbane Town
We wear maroon, blue and gold
We will always fight for victory
Like Fitzroy and Bears of old
All for one
and one for all
We will answer to the call
Go Lions, the Brisbane Lions
We'll kick the winning score
You'll hear the mighty roar!!!!!
Saturday, 19 March 2016
Flower Power
No one could ever call me a gardener. I kill more than I grow (except for kids...I didn't kill the kids) however, I digress...
Just because I am a woeful gardener doesn't stop me appreciating gardens.
One of the most beautiful gardens I have ever seen is the Botanical Gardens in Wellington, New Zealand. The most beautiful part of those gardens is Begonia House.
Begonias to me are the plants Mum grew in the little sun room at the back of the house (when I bought the house I pulled the sun room down and replaced it with a bloody big patio).
Mum's Begonias
Bloody big patio (house is for sale if you're interested)
Anyway, a couple of years ago HR and I went to Wellington to watch the Brisbane Lions Play (and win) against StKilda. We made a holiday of sorts and stayed a few days. We took the Cable Car up to the Botanical Gardens and walked down through acres of beautiful gardens.
The Cable Car, the picture doesn't quite do justice as to how steep the climb is.
The walk through the gardens is picturesque but as already mentioned I fell in love with the Begonias. The Begonias are grown in a huge hot house. It is like a jungle in there! But the way the whole green house is set out is amazing and the Begonias of all shapes and sizes are totally glorious to behold.
The Begonia House.
The images I am about to regale you with are all taken with my Samsung Tablet, and they are all Begonias.
I mean Mum's Begonias are lovely and all but......How magnificent are these blooms? How gorgeous is the setting?
No wonder I am hatching a cunning Begonia plan!!
HR is about to find out the hard way (reading my blog) that I want a small greenhouse when I move to where ever it is he is living. I want to grow Begonias, some like Mum's, but more like some of these pictures. I think I'm ready to become a gardener, but not just ANY gardener, a BEGONIA gardener. Yeah!!!!
Just because I am a woeful gardener doesn't stop me appreciating gardens.
One of the most beautiful gardens I have ever seen is the Botanical Gardens in Wellington, New Zealand. The most beautiful part of those gardens is Begonia House.
Begonias to me are the plants Mum grew in the little sun room at the back of the house (when I bought the house I pulled the sun room down and replaced it with a bloody big patio).
Anyway, a couple of years ago HR and I went to Wellington to watch the Brisbane Lions Play (and win) against StKilda. We made a holiday of sorts and stayed a few days. We took the Cable Car up to the Botanical Gardens and walked down through acres of beautiful gardens.
The walk through the gardens is picturesque but as already mentioned I fell in love with the Begonias. The Begonias are grown in a huge hot house. It is like a jungle in there! But the way the whole green house is set out is amazing and the Begonias of all shapes and sizes are totally glorious to behold.
The images I am about to regale you with are all taken with my Samsung Tablet, and they are all Begonias.
No wonder I am hatching a cunning Begonia plan!!
HR is about to find out the hard way (reading my blog) that I want a small greenhouse when I move to where ever it is he is living. I want to grow Begonias, some like Mum's, but more like some of these pictures. I think I'm ready to become a gardener, but not just ANY gardener, a BEGONIA gardener. Yeah!!!!
Friday, 18 March 2016
Life Is What Happens To You While You're Busy Making Other Plans
John Lennon was so damned right!
I really do not like the things I have to do to get to where I want to be; on a cruise, sipping cocktails, on the Lido Deck (roll on August!!!)
Take work for instance...please just take it.. The Mausoleum is certainly not a fun place to work anymore. Organisational Restructure is the buzz word. Change Management is the result. BUT... no one bloody knows what the hell they are doing!!!!!
Let's set up THIS organisation they say, it'll be great. But they have no clue what the organisation should be doing, what positions will be required, and therefore no idea how many people they will need. Oh and just for fun? we'll make the organisation out of existing roles and people, and they'll have to relocate, and um yeah maybe after a year or so their position won't actually exist anymore so they won't have a job......but is a hell of a ride yeah???
Some of us have been a bit proactive and secured a position far far away, where HR works actually (cue massive reunion scene...or not, there'll be a funeral shortly...mebbe).
This presents its own set of problems; there's a house to sell, a removal to organise, securing a new abode (HR's mini pad is too small for two house fulls of furniture and a cat), oh and there's training someone to do my job (which may or may not exist in the future) which means writing work instructions ( I FECKING HATE WRITING WORK INSTRUCTIONS!!!!!). Then there's making sure The Mini Brat has a car that actually goes, wondering the best way to transport the aforementioned cat, keeping the house clean for prospective buyers to view (if there were any), working out how to live on fresh air while we pay a mortgage AND rent...where's my wine?????
Of course in the midst of all this frantic activity one then sits bolt upright and ask...am I doing the right thing??
Well guess what? It's a bit bloody late now to change your mind......
I really do not like the things I have to do to get to where I want to be; on a cruise, sipping cocktails, on the Lido Deck (roll on August!!!)
Take work for instance...please just take it.. The Mausoleum is certainly not a fun place to work anymore. Organisational Restructure is the buzz word. Change Management is the result. BUT... no one bloody knows what the hell they are doing!!!!!
Let's set up THIS organisation they say, it'll be great. But they have no clue what the organisation should be doing, what positions will be required, and therefore no idea how many people they will need. Oh and just for fun? we'll make the organisation out of existing roles and people, and they'll have to relocate, and um yeah maybe after a year or so their position won't actually exist anymore so they won't have a job......but is a hell of a ride yeah???
Some of us have been a bit proactive and secured a position far far away, where HR works actually (cue massive reunion scene...or not, there'll be a funeral shortly...mebbe).
This presents its own set of problems; there's a house to sell, a removal to organise, securing a new abode (HR's mini pad is too small for two house fulls of furniture and a cat), oh and there's training someone to do my job (which may or may not exist in the future) which means writing work instructions ( I FECKING HATE WRITING WORK INSTRUCTIONS!!!!!). Then there's making sure The Mini Brat has a car that actually goes, wondering the best way to transport the aforementioned cat, keeping the house clean for prospective buyers to view (if there were any), working out how to live on fresh air while we pay a mortgage AND rent...where's my wine?????
Of course in the midst of all this frantic activity one then sits bolt upright and ask...am I doing the right thing??
Well guess what? It's a bit bloody late now to change your mind......
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