Part two: Highlights, unemployment, a free meal and a broken cell
Last Sunday I got the 1st ever highlights in my hair, plus a lot of the broken ends hacked off. It looks quite good, or... at least different.
The next day was a busy one - firstly the visit with my unemployment worker with a posh title "consultant of job exchange". My status got changed (and a second copy made from the same papers to go to the same folder, sure we do care about trees, do we?), an appointment with another specialist made to look into my career options (a career consultant) and then I legged off to meet the british-shorthair aka my shrink.
We had had a longer pause between our monthly meetings this time, due to my and her vacations but as per usual, this time was no different - me telling the jokes about the cats I know and also the odd and mostly negative changes in my life that were brought on by the circumstances of not under my control. I have no idea what she thinks of my life but at least she has not suggested taking me off my med again. I mean... just LOOK at my life now.
After this I hunted down a florist shop and got flowers for the professor whose "fault" it was that I had even gone to EIH in the first place (and thus landed the longtime job in the library).
This professor had his 60th birthday celebrated by a science symposion and I attended it, as well. The head of EIH was there, too, but he still did not mention the fact of my non-extended job. I mean... some thought about it, please? Common decency or something? No-ho. *coughbastardscough*
Ugh, so the symposion was very interesting, and in the true vein of the Ancient Greek there was also wine consumed by all who wanted. The celebration continued in a creperie near the uni campus, wherein I met the wife of the professor who is a long-time friend of my late granny. I thus was sort of expected to attend. And oh, the meal was 3 course event with GOOD things. A specially orgastic moan goes to the white chocolate cake with blueberry sauce that rounded the thing up. Goddess that was GOOD.
Not so good was the fact the severance pay that was supposed to come with my last pay check did not appear at first. I had to call the secretary up twice before it arrived to my account. Minuscule as it was - you see, if you have worked over 10 years in on place, you get 2 month´s average, if over 5 years, 1 month. I was there almost for 9 years... Plus... the average is calculated not by the last six month but the previous half-year. Which includes the shortest month of the year and the unfortunate happenstance of my sick-leave. Insert the Rabbid scream: DAAAAAAH.
The following Wednesday I was again carrying off some stuff from the house (who needs a dozen champagne glasses when NOONE drinks the stuff at home, even better, they should not drink it at ALL), and I was being a helpful citizen to a couple of Dutch retirees who were fighting our local ATM, when my cell got caught between the wallet and crashed to the stone floor. At first there was no problem but an hour latet it refused to find its SIM card and it stayed that way. Like wtf? Come on, Murphy? WTH??! So... dear dog, what ELSE?
The next day was a busy one - firstly the visit with my unemployment worker with a posh title "consultant of job exchange". My status got changed (and a second copy made from the same papers to go to the same folder, sure we do care about trees, do we?), an appointment with another specialist made to look into my career options (a career consultant) and then I legged off to meet the british-shorthair aka my shrink.
We had had a longer pause between our monthly meetings this time, due to my and her vacations but as per usual, this time was no different - me telling the jokes about the cats I know and also the odd and mostly negative changes in my life that were brought on by the circumstances of not under my control. I have no idea what she thinks of my life but at least she has not suggested taking me off my med again. I mean... just LOOK at my life now.
After this I hunted down a florist shop and got flowers for the professor whose "fault" it was that I had even gone to EIH in the first place (and thus landed the longtime job in the library).
This professor had his 60th birthday celebrated by a science symposion and I attended it, as well. The head of EIH was there, too, but he still did not mention the fact of my non-extended job. I mean... some thought about it, please? Common decency or something? No-ho. *coughbastardscough*
Ugh, so the symposion was very interesting, and in the true vein of the Ancient Greek there was also wine consumed by all who wanted. The celebration continued in a creperie near the uni campus, wherein I met the wife of the professor who is a long-time friend of my late granny. I thus was sort of expected to attend. And oh, the meal was 3 course event with GOOD things. A specially orgastic moan goes to the white chocolate cake with blueberry sauce that rounded the thing up. Goddess that was GOOD.
Not so good was the fact the severance pay that was supposed to come with my last pay check did not appear at first. I had to call the secretary up twice before it arrived to my account. Minuscule as it was - you see, if you have worked over 10 years in on place, you get 2 month´s average, if over 5 years, 1 month. I was there almost for 9 years... Plus... the average is calculated not by the last six month but the previous half-year. Which includes the shortest month of the year and the unfortunate happenstance of my sick-leave. Insert the Rabbid scream: DAAAAAAH.
The following Wednesday I was again carrying off some stuff from the house (who needs a dozen champagne glasses when NOONE drinks the stuff at home, even better, they should not drink it at ALL), and I was being a helpful citizen to a couple of Dutch retirees who were fighting our local ATM, when my cell got caught between the wallet and crashed to the stone floor. At first there was no problem but an hour latet it refused to find its SIM card and it stayed that way. Like wtf? Come on, Murphy? WTH??! So... dear dog, what ELSE?