Category: Job Hunting

Un-Pregnant Effing Valentine’s Day!!!

Today is Valentine’s Day. Did I enjoy it so far? Not really!

So far I left early to get the food shopping done before work, went to work, fortunately finished by just after 11am, went home, tidied up, did 3 rounds of washing, exercised, fixed holes on clothes and dog bed, picked up children from school, made tea…and the day is not over, yet.

Future husband (that’s if he still wants me) got me some lovely cashmere tops and a card, I in return got him a hoodie and no card as cards are not my thing. He is still out working (new job). I am still stuck with my job as a carer and am job hunting without success.

I still live in a house which I refer to as the “ice house” as it is really cold without radiators on, in an area I hate.

I wouldn’t mind all the above, if I was pregnant. That is the only thing I really desire!

We have been trying for over a year now. Every month I hope anew and every month shark week arrives once again. Twice I have been pregnant but miscarried in the first trimester. And when people say, you just have to relax, I want to rip their heads off! I am soon 43 years old. I don’t have time to relax as time is literally running out!

The other day I checked fertility treatments and since I am not eligible for NHS treatment (too old, already have children), the chances to pay for treatment myself is next zero. I can’t just pull out £5.000,- for IVF… IUI is “only” plus minus £1.000,-.

And wherever I go, whatever I watch, whatever I read in the news, everyone is pregnant. Or so it seems.

So yeah, here I am sitting in my living room, feeling all sorry for myself despite the fact I am not the only one going through things.

Until the next time…

When Work Is An A-Hole!!!

Some of you might know that I am working in care. When I first started, I really enjoyed it. Now? Not so much!

Why? Oh I can tell you why:

Every few months employees get check-up phone calls from our office. They give us feedback and ask in return our point of view.

So I stated very clearly, that I don’t want to get sent to clients I can’t understand as this is really stressing me out and surely frustrating for clients as well.

So guess what??? I got sent to clients which are speech impaired.

They also admitted in a text message, that when I help them, they help me! How can they so freely admit, that they only help, if they want to?!

Last week I had to change my availability which means, I can’t work evenings anymore and have to finish at 4pm latest. I know when you work in care, one has to be flexible… But I have children in primary which I can’t leave alone.

However when I send my email, they did not even reply, instead drastically shortened my hours for the following week!

That is another thing:

When they are annoyed with you, they don’t answer your emails, instead they put whatever annoys them in our weekly newsletter (without shaming the actual person though)!

Then I got told, that one client has cancelled (that’s fine) and that I get send to client XY without even asking if that is ok (not fine) and when I ask, if they could check if they could forward the visit as between clients was a unpaid 1 1/2 hour gap, the short answer from whoever it was, was “Nope, sorry”. They could have forwarded it, as the client didn’t even expect me. The client thought, the visit was cancelled!

For everyone who considers a career in care, do your research! Carers are underpaid, gaps are also not paid unless you work directly for the council, you only get a low percentage of fuel back and you mostly work alone. I personally think, it is not worth it. If you just want some pocket money, perfect job. If you have to pay bills, run in the opposite direction!

I wished we would live in a world where childcare is free, bosses are understanding, working hours flexible and wages enough to make it through the month!

One can still dream, right???

So I am still on the look out for a new job, but Covid is also a a-hole, so not so easy at the moment.

Until the next time…

Rewarding Job?!?

I work in care. Before I started my new job I heard everywhere “how rewarding” this job is. It was mentioned in the job description, in videos and on the job interview.

Come on, people! I am sorry, but this is just and sounds, so ridiculous! “Rewarding”.

Lets face the reality of this job:

When you have to wash clients and wipe their backside, change their stoma bags (for those of you who don’t know what this is: it is a bag glued to your front full of poop!), put cream on bits you rather would not touch and let them call you names, not to mention that some try to bite and hit you, THAT IS NOT “REWARDING”!

This is a fairly easy job. You help them through the day in every aspect, wether it is personal care, going shopping or spending time with them. If they need medication, you medicate them. The only thing you need to have is patience, compassion and a thick skin.

That is basically it!

People don’t do this job because it is rewarding, they do it because they get paid to do it!

And to those who do this job:

You don’t get paid enough, I don’t get paid enough. We are modern slaves! My bank account is permanently overdrawn. At least once per week I get to sit for up to two hours in my car (unpaid) to wait for my next client. Time between clients are not paid which means, I could be out for 10 hours but only get paid 7!

There are no better paid jobs at the moment, Covid is still residing in good old Scotland. . .

What can one do???

Franky

A New Year, A New Start, A New Site

With a laughing eye and a crying eye I deleted all my former posts with all contents. They all moved to the trash/bin folder.

I wasn’t sure if I should really do it as I put so much effort thought into the things I posted, especially my poems and of course I love to see comments. Oh the comments. They are appreciated and they tell me, that I am not alone in this, whatever “this” is.

But with starting something old as new I will give you, my beloved readers, more gossip, more laughs (hopefully) and more drama!

The last year hasn’t been the best for several reasons but brought me love I never knew before.

And like many women who are in need of a new start, I felt that I needed to do this.

Usually it would be a drastic new haircut, but hey…. newsflash, we are in national lock-down- again! Everything is closed!

This is how far I came from September 2020:

  • Moved house and in with my lovely man
  • I found a new job which I can’t really enjoy as it pays next to nothing
  • I separated all types of accounts from my past and even tried to remember with my Dory-Brain to change my postal address for I don’t know how many websites (still haven’t figured out why my Paypal account is not directly linked to eBay anymore)

As you might have noticed, I have given my blog a new name and a slightly new layout/colours. The only thing I was not able to change was my domain name/address/url address. I followed so many suggestions from google and from WordPress itself like, go into settings/general… change your url… only…… it does not give me the option. When I tried it in other ways it wanted to charge me £15 per year. I am very certain, that I am having a blond moment here… but I just can’t make any sense nor figure it out.

And that is how I feel when it comes to the not figuring it out bit:

Let’s just hope this year will be better than the last!

Franky