Friday Fuckwit and Beautiful Bubbly

This week there is only one Friday Fuckwit . . and I have no idea who they are but to the idiot clerk in Premier's Department who attached my position description to the wrong business case causing a month's delay in me securing a lucrative 2 year contract with Landcom . . you're a Fuckwit!

The good news, I signed a letter of engagement today and begin my new position on Monday. No more making the day stretch, I get a decent wage, one rostered day off a month and a boss with the same sense of humour as me. I can't wait. Now the nerves set in wondering if I can actually 'walk the walk' and not just 'talk the talk'!

And to those of you struggling trying to get employment my heart goes out to you in every way. I'd employ you all if I had the means. Believe me there have been things going through my head and within my little family unit that I dare not mention on the blog. It's been hell, humiliating, embarrassing, demoralising and devastating. Especially to Roy and Brian, keep looking, keep trying . . .

All I can say to you is work at anything to get you by, use the welfare system if you need it, that's why you've been paying tax all your life, it's there as a safety net for you. I wish you all the luck and good timing in the world. Frankly this position was sheer luck, in the right place at the right time and I'd had 4 weeks to prove I had a little more nouse than most and a world of experience and a supervisor and two ex-employers who were prepared to give me glowing references. For that I can't thank them enough.

I've worked for a pittance for 8 weeks, (remember I'm a single so no other wage to see me through the dark times). I've applied for about 160 jobs and had rejection after rejection without them even meeting me. I've been interviewed four times and pipped at the post and finally . . . something came through. It's not perfect, it's not my dream job but it's a job, I think it will be reasonably rewarding and I've never been more grateful in my life! Unless you've been through it, you probably will never understand the awfulness of being rejected for something you know you are well equipped to achieve.

Have a great weekend folks, I have a bottle of French Champers to scull. I mean sip gently. . ! It's been on ice since Mother's Day in May and I vowed not to open it until I had a permanent position.



My kids are often and particularly in this case, AWESOME! Thank you Adam and Clare for putting up with what's been a very hard time for all of us. I love you more than you will ever know and unfortunately, you know more than perhaps you should.