Occasional Scribbles

The Teen is back at school now.  I hate school time; it makes me feel ill just thinking about it.  I imagine The Teen feels pretty fed up too.  It is a horrible term this one.  Full of muddy sports kit, cold wet days standing cheering on the side of a rugby pitch and the prospect of Christmas at the end of it.

So, as I am more or less Teen-less, my thoughts are turning towards the pressing issue of finding a job.  I haven’t worked since the awful ‘stab in the back’ episode I wrote about here, and funds are extremely low. The difficulty is, I don’t fit into the normal ‘workplace’ (hate that word).  To begin with, The Teen isn’t at school until 8.50am and he finishes at 3.50pm.  That makes doing a nine to five a bit difficult.  I also don’t exactly have that many skills to offer.  I usually do some sort of office work but I’m not that good and I don’t much like it either.

What would really suit me would be to find a private person who needs secretarial services combined with social engagements where I would be an excellent hostess/receptionist/party helper/business dinner companion and so on.  In fact, when I come to think about it much like a job I was offered by a man who claimed to be Phil Collins’s father.  Yes the Phil Collins of Genesis.  He was at the time, interviewing candidates for a college course in photography, TV and media which I was dead set on doing.  I was given a place by him almost without question and he then tried to persuade me to ditch the course and become his PA where I would attend show biz parties, meet lots of famous people and generally help out as his assistant.  I was only a Teen myself then and wanted to become a photographer and so I declined the offer.  Later, when the college was exposed as being almost bankrupt I didn’t go there and I couldn’t find Mr Collins to ask for the job afterall.  One of my slight regrets.  I did another photography course but it wasn’t a patch on the first one and although I was told I had talent I didn’t persue it further.  Instead I fell back on the secretarial training I had and have worked in that way ever since.  I’ve never been ‘Miss efficient’ though and if you want to earn the good money you must be completely confident in all the IT programs, good at figures, shorthand or speed writing and so on, and that isn’t me really.

I also have to fit around a sick husband, the animals, the house and garden and The Teen so I need something close to home and flexible and believe me there isn’t anything.  We are told that working mothers have never had it so good in the ‘workplace’ what with flexi hours and time off when your child is sick but that really only applies to women with good jobs who are worth accomodating.  It doesn’t apply to the low paid, can do without types like myself.

Not many prospects then:(