Lemmings....
Came across this the other day. Adam gave me a few tips....
Ramblings of a forty-something family man....
I’m not doing very well with resolutions this year. I resolved to blog more… well that hasn’t happened yet. I also resolved not to stay in my current contract and move somewhere else. Ummm, that didn’t happen either.
I have been contracting now for well over ten years but, due to the rather long contract in the middle, I haven’t really got much experience of the contracting market. I’m not sure I’m cut out for it either. My contract was up at the end of last month and I looked around for another contract – not a pleasant experience.
Agencies never cease to amaze me. They badger you to go for a contract that you don’t really want and they phone you every hour or so. Once you say yes and they submit your CV, if the client doesn’t want to give you an interview you hear absolutely nothing from the agent again. Best buddies one minute, dirt the next. It’s no wonder they have a bad name.
The uncertainty is an issue I haven’t faced much in the past. Domestic arrangements tend to be up in the air ‘cos you don’t know if you will get a contract close by or far away and if you can work from home or not etc. So you don’t know if you will be able to pick up the children from school or not and if not, who will?
Well, in the end I signed up for anther three months where I currently am. This could actually be a problem because I’m committed to not working during July and August because of the Jamboree and that only leaves two months between the end of this new contract and the start of July. Two month contracts aren’t very common. Oh well, we’ll face that one when we reach it.
Our old washing machine had been on its last legs for a while. We eventually replaced it when the bearings went and the spin cycle became a very noisy and slightly scary experience.
The old washing machine was put out in the garden ready for me to take down to the tip. This wasn’t something I was looking forward too because, due to the inclusion of heavy concrete weights to stop the machine jumping around too much whist washing, washing machines are heavy! Single-handedly manhandling a washing machine in and out of a car is not a fun experience.
Today was the window of opportunity to take the washing machine down the tip. Wanting to make things easier for myself, I opened up the washing machine, un-bolted the concrete weights and removed them. I then put the sides back on. This made the whole job more much more manageable and I was able to easily lift the machine into the car, putting the weights in separately.
Down at the tip, as I drove up to the scrap metal skip, I noticed two of the tip employees struggling to lift a washing machine over the barrier and into the skip. I merrily opened up the back of my car, hoisted the washing machine out and carried it to the barrier and threw it over. It was only then that I realised that the employees were staring at me. I didn’t let on that the ballast had been removed and, so as not to ruin the effect, I surreptitiously put the concrete weights into the hard core skip.
Well, the holidays are over and the children are back at school. Last week I was looking forward to a bit of peace and quiet, but my plans of a life of leisure were scuppered when I got a call from an agent on the Thursday about a ‘local’ assignment. The rate was bad, but I thought I might as well have an interview as I had nothing to loose. I had a telephone interview that day and got offered the job the next - to start the following Monday. The problem was the rate, as it was less than I was getting back in 1996, but the work was what I want to do and the real clincher was that the job is only 12 minutes away from home! Compared to the hour and a half trip to Milton Keynes, it is fantastic. Because of this, I took it for three months and we’ll see where we go from there.
We are back from out antipodean adventure.
I am being harassed by members of my family. I am currently exercising a God given right to men and I am getting a lot of grief for it. I was expecting a bit of grief from Sally, but the children are hounding me about it more than she is.
Not since the early nineties, with The Sisters of Mercy, Vision Thing album, have I waited for a particular album to come out and bought it in its first week of release. I have been waiting since the beginning of the year, when I heard this album was coming out and finally it was released yesterday. I did get a bit of a taster for what was on the album when Muse played at Radio One’s Big Weekend, but yesterday was the first chance to hear the whole album. I was doing the food shopping in Tescos yesterday and a copy of Black Holes & Revelations just happened to fall into the basket.