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Distractions, Dentistry and Difficulties

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Sorry, I’ve been a bit distracted over the last few days. Julia has just had some major dental work and sympathy and nursing have been called for. Along with soft food. This isn’t my natural area of expertise but I made fish pie (which lasted two days and managed a reasonable impression of sympathy.

I’ve also been very disturbed by a recent conversation at work. I generally don’t discuss such things for a number of reasons – what happens at work is not for general discussion, my colleagues and their doings are not for me to discuss in public, except in broad terms, and, finally, it involves pay, and I was always brought up not to discuss this in public. However, I have found this so disturbing that I am going to mention it, even though I won’t go into detail.

It turns out that my workmate thinks I am being paid more than him. Not more per hour, just for more hours. A simple calculation would show this isn’t true. However, he obviously latched on to something that was said a few months ago and has magnified it into a problem despite there being no truth in it.

I am now wondering if it is worth carrying on for the next 18 months until I can retire, or whether I should try to eke out a living on eBay. I have things to sell and could certainly still afford to buy the groceries until my Old Age Pension cuts in. Life is too short to spend eighteen months working with a man who forms grudges from nothing and lets things fester for months. We have differing views on a number of things, and I don’t always find the shop a comfortable place. As I’m not prepared to let someone else define my life or occupy my time it’s something that needs looking at. I’ve already spent a day and a half thinking about it, and have spent an hour writing and re-writing about it. Enough is enough.

By the time I wake up tomorrow I will have made a decision.

(1) Carry on and ignore him

(2) Take early retirement

(3) Work out the cost of option (2) and compare with the cost of hiring a hit man

(Lightly edited 04.11.22)

 

Death, where is thy Sting?

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Where is thy sting, O Death!

Grave! where thy victory?
The clod may sleep in dust beneath,
The spirit will be free!

 

John Bowring

A few notes on life.

I have just spent the best part of a month’s wages on car repairs. I admit that my earnings are far from huge, but it still seems a lot of money. The car had a service, new brake pads and an MOT. It also had a new pollen filter, which was something that I didn’t even realise it had.

To add insult to injury it then needed a repair to the wing mirror that it didn’t really need because some jobsworth in a government office has decided that looking neat is now part of the new MOT. That alone cost me a day and a half of my pitiful earnings, and it isn’t even colour coordinated. It allows me to see behind me, but it did that already. It also flashes again, but as I already had an indicator in each corner I’m not sure why I need the extra one.

Then there was the matter of the water pump that was pumping more water onto the road than it was circulating through the engine. At 60,000 miles it should not have worn out. It certainly shouldn’t have worn out on a Volkswagen, which is supposed to be a durable car. I won’t be buying another one.

I have an intermittent toothache. After a couple of months with an occasional twinge it is building up a head of steam and aching for a part of nearly every day. It’s clearly not going to go away and needs fixing.  Tricky one – don’t like toothache, but I don’t like dentists either.

Finally, a word on car parking. The forecourt for the shops was, as usual, crowded this morning. I parked across three cars. This blocked one in completely, but it hasn’t moved for several years so that’s not a problem. The other two were left with plenty of room to get out, even if it did need a bit of work – you have to reverse a yard before driving out of the space at an angle. It’s not difficult and people do it all the time.

Unfortunately the lady who came asking for me to move my car couldn’t see this. She had parked in front of the shop and walked to a separate block of shops to have her hair done. Despite taking the space reserved for our staff and customers, she decided that she hadn’t caused enough disruption and insisted that I moved my car. I pointed out that I had left enough room for her to get out, but she insisted. I went out and showed her there was plenty of room, but she still insisted. In exasperation I pointed out that I had parked considerately but was now being inconvenienced by someone who actually had no right to be parked where she was.

She wouldn’t be persuaded and told me that I’d just have to put it down to her being a woman driver.

A hundred years of having the vote and fighting for equality would appear to have passed her by.

I’ve not had a good week, but this was by far the most depressing point.

No pictures today as WordPress is playing up again.

I’m hoping things will start getting better next week.