Over Rover

It’s over. My business venture with Barry has officially ended – it did actually end the week before last but today is the formal conclusion as far as I am concerned. I was surprised to receive a text last Tuesday from Barry, asking me if I could go out selling with Homer again. I sent him a text back saying ‘I’m sorry, I’m busy typing … can’t cope’. After the last time I would never ever go out with him again, it was pure embarrassment! The thought of going and chasing up Barry’s leads with him from his day out with Homer made me want to curl up and die – no fucking way! Late last night I received an email from Barry, this time suggesting a whole new marketing strategy and issuing me instructions on how to take his pathetic strategy forward. I responded this afternoon, asking him if he had refunded my friends’ money in light of the fact that he has nothing to sell – he said that he had offered it but they had refused it – I told him in capital letters to ‘send them CHEQUE‘ – what doesn’t he understand? – they don’t want a direct bank transfer, they just want a fucking cheque! And I can’t seem to get it through his head that what is the point in selling something and taking people’s deposits for something that yes, does exist but that he is unable to execute!? Jesus, give me strength!

Hair Part II

I am pleased to report that my hair seems to have got the message and is now hanging on the left – my friend TC did tell me a couple of weeks ago that it would naturally go back to how it was, if I would just be patient and he was bang on! I feel so much better, my nerve endings feel soothed and I can breathe easily once more.

*NOW I FEEL MORE LIKE MYSELF*

Naughty Grandma

Renatta Taxi, the elderly grandma from next door who got her hand trapped in the ladder last week has gone back to her home in Greece. She came to say goodbye, which I thought was sweet – we’ve had neighbours live around us for years and leave without so much as a goodbye, cheerio. I miss her chirping voice and her constant work around the house (from housework to major DIY) from morning until night and I miss seeing her sitting looking out of the front room window, watching the world go by. I hope she comes back next year and doesn’t have a horrible time in Greece, where I saw on the news that the people are having to live on hand-outs and have lost their homes and livelihoods.

*OLD IS A STATE OF MIND*

Potted Week

Like the weather, my week was totally up and down, in and out and round and round. It was the week from hell, whilst being fine at the same time – at least.

I got embroiled in a mega drama with Barry and the whole business venture thing – I chose to ignore him this week because he basically can’t deliver on the product we’re meant to be selling – can’t deliver, full stop. He decided he wanted to give our one and only client (luckily my friends) their money back and admitted defeat, while on the other hand thinking that I’m going to spend another day of my life going out  to sell a product that doesn’t exist or can’t be executed. As far as he’s concerned I’m now busy until further notice, if not forever.

I then had a bloody embarrassing afternoon, where I had invited a friend round who me and Honey hadn’t seen for absolute yonks, like 15 years or so and we were so happy to entertain our guest – however, a naughty friend of ours also came round with his chips from the chippy and slung some shit (not literally) at our guest, who was totally bewildered and baffled – and I  so  totally wanted the ground to open up and put me out of my misery. I am pleased to report that all is well – my guest was not particularly offended as she thought that he was bonkers (he has been taking a few too many hard drugs lately, as well as not so hard), so it was a pretty fair assessment. I must confess that I did hold a grudge with my naughty friend for a couple of days (he  probably didn’t notice) but he laid low and I called him yesterday and we didn’t mention anything but I’m sure we’ll talk about it when we get the time (he did pop in briefly to smoke the peace pipe).

On Thursday crappy Virgin broadband went down for no apparent reason, just on the week when I’ve got a ton of work (that I seem to be doing for little over minimum wage!!) – I personally would have left it because I just have faith that these things will right themselves but Honey insisted on getting busy with Virgin and our whole day was wasted (making  sure the problem wasn’t at our end, which I knew damn well it wasn’t) and then of course it came back on of its own accord.

This weekend I have worked like a mother-fucker in readiness for another bunch of stuff to transcribe – strike  while the iron’s hot. When things quieten down I think I’ll get some proper clients and then I can get sensible money again. I had a walk this evening, the air was full of the scent of flowers, it was divine.

*CHILL*

 

Hair

My hair is driving me crazy. It’s not just a case of a bad hair day, it’s a case of a bad hair at least 45 days, that is since the time I had my bi-annual visit to the my ever so trusted (except for a couple of times in addition to this time) hairdresser. I know I’ve mentioned that I’m left handed and again that might have something to do with it (??) but my centre parted (apparently) hair is hanging on the right, when it should be hanging on the left – it is not a styling issue (I just wash … and go), it is inherent, permanent – I did go back and see my said hairdresser and she and the manager and my friend all looked at my like I was stark raving mad and after a hands-off inspection, said ‘what do you want me to do about it?’. I had to concede that if she didn’t know what I was talking about then there was absolutely nothing she could do and I left the salon, saying ‘well if I’m talking shit then let’s not waste any more of our time’. Except for all these weeks later I am experiencing this ongoing problem and let me assure you, it’s not a vanity thing, it’s not about the way it looks per se, it just  feels uncomfortable, it feels wrong, it’s a physical uncomfortableness and now I’ve had a stiff neck for the past few days and I’m sure it has something to do with my hair. It’s just not me and there’s fuck all I can do about it.

Busy Mother

I have been so busy today, I almost forgot that I was a lazy puff head! Not only have I secured myself a new client and we are indeed getting along like carrots and peas but my ever so new client has also given me my own new client (who is yet to call but who I am expecting to at some time soon). I have done little else but stick to my work today, although I did sneak out this morning with Lovely L for a quick bacon sandwich and a cup of tea how I like it and I did manage to get my evening walk and see friends en route – all is well.

NO MAN IS AN ISLAND

Divine …

… light was shining on Wednesday when I ventured out with Homer. As you know, I was not best pleased about the prospect but I went above my comfort zone and went with a good heart. As you also know, I was introduced to Mrs Positive Thinking Leader, who told me that her niece runs a transcription agency. As soon as I got home I emailed the said lady with the transcription agency and today I got a very positive response, saying that she was pleased to hear from me because I’m just what they’re looking for! She has given me a test interview, which she insists on paying me for, she invited me to be critical of her template, which I was but also complimentary of other things overall and we’re getting along famously! When I said at the start that there was a divine light shining that day, I do mean it literally; I’ve seen that light a few times in my life and whenever it shines like that, something great happens – it happened on my driving test and it happened when we won a school appeal against the odds, it’s happened on another couple of occasions and now it’s happened just when I needed some more work; that’s the best light.

ANGELS FLY BECAUSE THEY TAKE THEMSELVES LIGHTLY

Hysteria

There’s a very elderly Greek lady who has come to stay with her granddaughter and grandson-in-law, who have just moved in next door. She is staying for 2 months – that woman is absolutely incredible; while her family are out at work all day, she works tirelessly around their house, not just the domestic chores but she does the gardening, she does all manner of DIY, she has painted all the woodwork and fencing, really, she is remarkable. I noticed her up the ladder yesterday morning and I did think to myself that surely it’s not safe for an elderly woman to be up a wonky ladder, especially as there was no-one in at hers but it wasn’t really my business to tell her to get down and as she is so able I left her. However, shortly after 11.00 I heard crying from the garden and I ran out to see what was wrong – that poor old lady had trapped her fingers; the ladder had locked on them – I am not the best person in an emergency, so I screamed hysterically for Honey to come and rescue her – we both tried from the other side of the fence to get her fingers free but to no avail. Like a shot, Honey squirreled over the fence, got a hammer and managed to prise the ladder apart at the bottom – I went and phoned an ambulance, I said ‘her fingers are severed!!’, the woman said ‘what, they’ve actually come off!?’, I said ‘no, but there’s blood!!’. I then had to cancel the ambulance and tell them that her fingers were apparently unharmed – the ‘blood’ was red paint – the ambulance came anyway but she was okay and he left without getting her name and date of birth because she literally does not speak one word of English.

*AH, THAT’S BETTER*

Good Day

Strange thing, when I woke up this morning, although the sun was shining, I did not want to get up, let alone have to wash my hair and look vaguely presentable for the day. However, I’m glad I did. Homer picked me up for the 2 minute journey down the road – Homer is named after Homer Simpson; he is shaped like Homer and has hair like Homer and is a bit of a buffoon – we sat outside a cafe and had a coffee and looked at which shops to swoop upon. It was quite fun just going in and chatting to people, picking up a few names and contacts and getting a feel for things. So, apart from all that shit, as we were finishing for the morning, he bumped into a friend of his, who was sitting outside a coffee shop with a friend – she was a ‘positive thoughts leader’ (lol!) and he said he was a ‘life coach’, he said ‘I help people who don’t know what to do with their lives’ (lol!) – so anyway, as we were leaving I said ‘if you ever need any transcribing, let me know’ and lo and behold, she said ‘my niece in Norfolk runs a transcribing agency, email me and I’ll give you her details’ … so I’ve made contact and am hoping to receive a positive email response back any time … which once again proves that Jehova helps those who help themselves.

 

Long Week

It felt like it had been a long week at 9.30 yesterday morning, Monday. Today, Tuesday, I was supposed to go out onto the high road to drum up some business for the Barry venture – I was to be accompanied by Homer; someone who has some sales experience and seems to have some front. As I stepped out of bed this morning I decided that I was not going to go – it wasn’t even raining – so I text Homer and he agreed that we could go out tomorrow and Thursday mornings. This is something that I must do and must take advantage of and I must not cancel again tomorrow – and I bet it really is pissing down.

LONG WALK; SHORT PIER