I'll see you a new job & raise you a squirrel.

No, haven't completely lost it, which after such a long day, you would have thought I would be shouting, screaming and spitting chips by now.

Nah.

Ended up working for the old company, AND the new one for pretty much all of the day.

Previous boss called at the beginning of the week, asking if I could do a small job, nothing huge. Half day measuring and the drawing I could do in the evening so as not to annoy my new boss by being away too much.

Not that I mind doing these wee jobs for old boss, but in reality it wasn't actually a land survey but a building measure out. Something he would have been VERY capable of doing himself without bothering me. Also the fact I know he hates doing them. 

That fact has pissed me off enough to warrant me saying no, 

should he ask for any more.

Fuck'em.

On the plus side, we finished measuring up by 10AM, toddled back to work earlier than anticipated and have had one of the most insanely manic days ever, with me not finishing this evening until after 6PM and you know what? 

I bloody LOVED it!

Lost my marbles? Not really. Just having a job that will finally tax my brain instead of larding about and knowing that I CAN actually progress up in the company with a worthy salary to boot would put a smile on the face of any old nugget really.

First day nerves? My arse. Too old for that squit!

Yep, I've really enjoyed my first day with the new company.

Nothing horrendously taxing, systems I will pick up quickly, seemingly nice people & pretty much on my doorstep compared to the locations of my previous couple of years work.

Did get slightly quiet this afternoon, as the two people who were supposed to be showing me the ropes needed to go out for most of the day - but gave me time to google all things traffic managementie I would be able to use for reference whilst training up.

On the downside thanks to the old job when boss man (who was nice enough to not make me do an official notice period) emailed saying a survey we did in the last couple of weeks would need some additional levels added to it and could I go do it Saturday. Meh.

Oh well, I suppose I can't really not do it for him! Poor old bugger.

Evening all.

As with the most things with life, in the last 2 months it's done that whole 360 degree spin you round so quick you wonder how the hell you land on your feet and not your arse *pun intended*

I'm actually still trying to get my head round the events of today, so please excuse if this seems to be quite erratic and here and there.

Its just how my head is right now.

So for the past 4 weeks we have had hardly any work in. Not that this would normally be an issue, but with Legs being out of work for a short while, the MRI scan on his back showing that he is in fact quite broken, one result as advised from his doctor that he really shouldn't be driving trucks for a living as it's just going to break him more... not good really.

Today however he went for an interview for (yes I know) a driving job, but a job all the same and got it. 

The good thing is it's not horrendous long hours and it's actually nights so fingers crossed will get him out of his weird not sleeping pattern and in breaks give him the opportunity to do the qualifications he will need to actually get himself out of the driving game for good before his body gives up on him.

I am proud of the fact he is still trying his hardest to keep us afloat.

Then there is me.... little ole' me. Land surveyor to the stars *ok, not really* 

Friday I sent my CV to a company advertising for a CAD operative. The money was just a bit more than what I am getting now but the hours were more stable, so figured... No work basic land surveying or CAD work which pays and has potential for me to improve myself.

Looks like it has a bit more potential than I thought.

I was telephoned on Sunday by the company, asking if I could come in for an "informal chat" So knowing we had no work, arranged today 10:30. Went in, had a grand hour long chat with the guy who called & the Chief Exec of the company and didnt get the job I initially applied for. 

Bugger.

On the plus side, they actually 'created' a BETTER job, more money and pretty much said "when can you start then?" I even had to come up with a bloody title for it!

Fucking hell, not often that happens.

So, to say that I am actually ever so slightly chuffed is an understatement.

Proud as punch of the legs for working through pain - just to work bless him and for me getting a job I can get my teeth into again.

Added bonus? Getting to hand in my notice to Mr Boss Man.

Heh

March - bit of a bugger of a month so far

Ok, so I knew this month would be a bit of a pisser. But there are some things in life that will always make you smile or cry. Tis' the way. 

Loosing Db on the 2nd was a truly monumental shit. We have all missed her so much. Little legs and myself with the subtle things, no head looking through the cat flap when arriving home. No furry sitting there waiting for food when cooking. The worst part being just how quiet it has been without her here. Even the cat has been looking for her poor little sod.

I do struggle with if I made the right decision. I know I did but it does still hurt terribly.

Then my nice little van decided to drop its clutch this week. £400 notes gone. Bloody thing is going to get a complete slap soon if it doesn't start behaving soon.

So, to cheer me up I finally went on my first jolly on the greenie meanie since we got it.

Not a problem, toddled round Mum's, back to the bike shop to get a trickle charger for it, came back home and that's when the fun started.

I pulled up outside the house & for some strange reason I must have decided not to bother putting my right foot down and the next thing I know, I am flailing around on the floor like a trapped clam with my leg trapped under 200kilos of bike after "rolling" sideways and smacking my head (in helmet obviously) rather hard on the asphalt when I went down.

Not best pleased about this fact anyway but seeing my 'moved in last week' neighbours standing staring at me flailing then promptly walking off really didn't do me any favours.

I finally managed to free my right leg, got up, picked up the bike again & went indoors to compose myself again.

Had a quick check over the bike - which was thankfully not that badly damaged, just a few scuffs & war wounds. Wasn't until I actually looked at the helmet that I realised just how hard my bonce had hit the floor.

Evidently, over the next couple of hours I started to become somewhat dizzy, blurred vision and ever so slightly 'not quite right in the head' So by 8PM OH had trundled me off to A&E for a better to be safe than sorry head check.

It seems I do still have a head, the helmet certainly did its job well. There is no guarantee the contents of my head ARE correct but that's  mainly due to the fact that it really wasn't that right in the first place. The only saving grace I have is the fact that this morning, my 37th birthday, I awoke with a very stiff neck thanks to a weeny bit of whiplash. Mild concussion & my Mum lovingly sending me a text at 6am to wish me a happy birthday.

I can also safely say that the asphalt outside our house is REALLY fucking hard. 

Thank you Norfolk County Council.

So there we go. I am now 37, have a screw loose thanks to wapping my head on the floor and thankfully have a fantastic Little legs to see my by through my daftness.

Thank you hon 

I love you loads 

x

Today, I will mostly be heart broken.

That is all.

24 hours is a long ole' time....

... but I for one am appreciating every moment of it.

As we had planned, we went to pick up the "Greenie Meanie" motorbike this morning. It's always hard to be bright and cheerful even when doing something as amazing as getting your first bike.

I really didn't feel in the right frame of mind to be riding a bike, so asked Littlelegs if he wouldn't mind scooting the Yammi up there and riding the Hornet home again. Actually, this was how I wanted to collect it because I've technically test driven a Hornet loads of time in essence, having done all my training on one so was really quite keen to see what the lad thought of it.

Turns out he was very pleasantly surprised with the meanie, of which also makes me very happy.

Then, the intention was to call the vets and make an appointment this afternoon for the big sleep. As I drove to get the bike, decided to pop into the vets on the way back home if nothing else for a little chat, only to be told that Alan the vet she normally sees, wasn't actually in today so giving my dafty puppy a 24 hour reprise. 

So both myself & little legs are making the most of the extra 24 hours she's gained (not that she still isn't coughing like a loon and such like) but still a few more hours of silly buggers with Mummy & Daddy.

OK this will be my last internet update for a few days for obvious reasons.

Many thanks to those of you who have already been sending messages of support. Very much appreciated.

Take care all, will be back soon.

Bugger.

I've decided to post this tonight, before tomorrow which is going to turn out to be the most heartbreaking day of my life.

Don't get me wrong, March 1st 'was' going to be one of the most stupendous days of my life. We are going to pick up a brand spanking new motorbike for myself, nicknamed "Greenie meanie" This I was very much looking forward to. Unfortunately it has now been over shadowed buy another thing that will now be happening which is going to knock me for six however I try to cope with it.

Seems Diefenbaker the daft black lab has been developing some quite evil type rasping symptoms over the past two months. She's done well bless her. A long on stint on antibiotics & daily anti inflammatory tabs for everything else she has which has been progressively falling to bits, to hang in there as long as this has surprised me, especially how even though she is getting uncomfortable, the tail still wags and she tries her hardest to still be the big puppy that she always has been. 

So tomorrow afternoon, with a very heavy heart we are going to have to take her into the vets to have her put to sleep. I've been blubbing today every time I think of it, she's been at Nanny day care today of which knowing it was for the last time she was in bits when I went to pick her up after work, set me off again.

It's that same thing I went through with Schmoo back in September - only this time my baby, puppy, companion for thirteen years who has done nothing but had me in utter stitches with her daftness will be going. 

Its gonna kill me.