Birchsprite's Page

Started new job

All good

Shattered

Very busy

Hope to get broadband soon at home

Sorry to keep vanishing

I'm hoping that in a couple of weeks time, when I've started my new job, that the feelings of tightness in my chest will go. That I will wake up one morning not with a feeling of dread but feeling bright and hopeful at what the day will bring. I'm waiting for the tension to leave my shoulders and to be able to concentrate for longer that two minutes at a time. I'd like my weekend to be filled with happiness rather than a sense of waiting for the dread to begin. I want to have happy chats with my colleagues that don't involve endless discussions of how to move/rent a recently bought flat/find a job that will support the kids/pay a mortgage. I want all these people to be happy and content again.

I want to breathe.

Hypothetically speaking, if someone owns a small business that grows quite rapidly over the course of a year, is there not a moral obligation for that person/s to do everything in their power to keep said business going. Or to put it another way, when someone employs people and even encourages them to move to an area a long way away (with very few job opportunities) it is a bad thing for them to just suddenly announce apropos of nothing 'I don't want to do this anymore... you are all out of a job' isn't it? It's a bad thing right?

Hypothetically speaking, although I'm now out of danger of imminent financial crises (yay new job). I am still bloody angry. Grrrrrrrrr

Yep that's it for today.

(I'm lacking in inspiration and motivation at the moment)

I've got a new job sorted. I'll be in the old one for another month so things may still be a bit sporadic round here.

It's a difficult time and I feel sorriest for my colleagues who haven't got any new jobs yet. Life goes on and work isn't the be all and end all, but it's a horrible thing to happen to decent folk.

Thanks for all your kind wishes and thoughts... what a lovely bunch you are!

I'm not sure how much I'm going to be posting here for a while.

My job situation has gone a bit pear shaped and I'm feeling a bit bleak.

Things will be ok...I hope...

We got into Belfast ridiculously early last friday having taken the 8 hour sailing from Birkenhead. I'd never taken that route before, when I was at Uni I would get the Holyhead to Dún Laoghaire ferry. The route we were taking last weekend was a reverse of the Titanic's maiden voyage, it was also a reverse of the route that a great many Irish Emigrants have taken over the years. I'm not sure why, but this time it made me think about what it means to be Northern Irish/Irish and how so many of us are exiles through choice now, when so many were exiles through necessity in the past. I felt the weight of those countless faces that had sailed away from everything they knew on a voyage into the unknown. I felt privileged that I can 'pop' back whenever I want, that ordinarily my Mum and family are only an hours flight away. This time I felt more connected to the past by an historic ship route that had been the scene of so many sad journeys for so many people.

We got to Belfast about 6.30am and decided to head to Larne for a bit before going to my Mum's. As ever Mr Sprite fancied a quick look on the shore to see if any interesting birds had turned up. So we toddled off down to the beach and sat watching the sun come up over the entrance to the lough.





Happy Valentines Day and also Happy Love Thursday

From florence in October