I really want to quit my job…

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…because I am constantly exhausted. No maybe not exhausted, but tired.

Yes, I am constantly tired!

I have been off this week as I still had some holidays left and still I go to bed at 9 o’clock the latest.

I just received the new rota for next week and when I checked how many guests there are for breakfast, I am already dreading the day I have to be back there at 6am!

Usually I have to get up at 4:30am, leave the house around 5:15am, drive 30 minutes to the place I work, finish at noon, drive back, have to really press my ass cheeks together to get some exercise in, leave again at 2:30pm to pick up babies from school.

In-between I try to squeeze all household chores in and at 6 in the evening I wish someone would have mercy and shoot me.

By 7am I am in bed.

I usually tell my children not to use the word as it is a very strong word, but I start to hate my job.

I hate getting up that early.

I hate driving 30 minutes in the early morning. I know 30 minutes is nothing but when you are tired, 30 minutes can be very long!

My and my families happiness should come first, not a job which does nothing but exhaust you, is badly paid and people don’t appreciate you!

I applied for several jobs here nearby, even seasonal jobs, without success.

I heard people who started at the same time as me say:

“I stick it out for 6 month and than apply for other jobs as this right now will look very good in my CV!!!”

If that is the case, why don’t I get hired? Do employers think I am too qualified? If so, I should decide whether I am too qualified or not!

I would love an outdoors job somewhere nearby. I even applied for a job at a fish farm, but no one seems to want me.

I wish I could just quit, but unfortunately I need the money.

BIG SIGH.

Guess I have to keep on looking and not give up hope.

Franky

Siamese and breeding

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After we bought our house I finally got to get two siamese kittens.

One at the end of December and one past Saturday.

Called “Blue” (boy) and “Belle” (girl) and yes it can sound like bluebell which is intended.

They are the cutest things ever. When we got Belle she was so curious and so affectionate, she followed you around and explored everything.

When we got  Blue he was and still is so scared. Only comes out when you pull him out from under the sofa or when no one but me is around.

Now the thing is:

I got Belle when she was only 8 weeks old and if I would have known that before I went to get her with my very excited daughter, I would have said “no”.

Belle tends to wee on my or my older son’s bed if no one pays attention! Oh or on the lamb fur carpet under my husbands desk, even when he sits there. She does however uses both litter trays. So for now we have to keep our bedroom doors shut to prevent accidents.

When I picked up Blue, who is nearly 12 weeks old, he was living with his siblings and mum and dad in a conservatory (heated) with all their equipment.

Though the private breeder said, the daughter sometimes plays with them, there seemed no real interaction with human family members/day to day chores and noises in the house.

And both kittens where also fed really cheap kitten food, or adult cat food.

So let me ask you:

Would you eat, lets say, a chicken which only contains 4% chicken and the rest is unhealthy crap? No, didn’t think so!

Both kittens where wormed and vaccinated, no pedigree papers. They where still expansive though.

When I breed my cats, they will be around my very noisy children, in our kitchen in a big warm cozy special box for all of them as long they are not able to use a litter tray.

They will be wormed, vaccinated and chipped and will not leave before they are AT LEAST 12 weeks old.

One breeder even told me, they trim their cats claws….. and that they thought it is a common thing to give them away when they are 8 weeks, eat solids and use the litter tray.

No! There is more to it, like social behaviour which they learn from their mother….

UNBELIEVABLE…

Right. As to my two additions:

One is scared, the other one fumes at the little one and likes to wee on beds.

I will be on my way to Pets at Home to get Feliway and hope they will get used to each other paired with lots of cuddles.

Franky

Confession of a driver

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I have had my driving licence for around 22 years now and I only have once (!!!) tried to put air into my tyres-

until recently.

Yep, that is right, I only tried it once. Back then we did not have those fancy electronic machines who actually did it all for you. No, back then I got more air out than in and so I never tried it again.

I always made my father, husband or whoever was around do it for me.

But past Saturday I had to do it myself as my front tyres where almost flat, the garage’s air & cleaner was not working and I was actually on my way to Lanark to buy a siamese kitten.

So out I went to the next village/garage. Parked, read instructions, unplugged everything, coins in, pressure to 30, air on and voila, the air actually went and stayed in.

No big deal as it turns out.

Franky

Ben Ledi and what you should not do!

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I have been up Ben Ledi in the last two month twice.

The first time was in fairly cold but dry conditions. Everything was frozen over and the higher I went the more frost and eventually snow I hit.

That day was very cloudy and only windy at the top so I was fine in shorts, though I must admit I did not stay longer than for a couple of pictures.

So I went up and because I didn’t want to do the “round” tour, I went down the way I came because it was so snowy I couldn’t really make out a trail down the other side. Back down it only took me around 25 minutes as I was running when I could. Up it was 1 hour 15 minutes.

Right. 2 days ago I was up again. Of course in shorts again. It was a wet day. It wasn’t pouring down, just light rain with 9c which was fine.

But the higher I went the windier it got to the extend that you heard me huffing and puffing with frustration.

At some point I took out my gloves and buff to keep me warm. Maybe I should have went back down but it was only at the very exposed and close to edges where the wind and rain hit me so hard, it was like someone would whack me across the face!

So up I went and when I reached the cross it wasn’t windy at all which was such a relief!

And because it wasn’t snowy or icy and I have seen the trail down the other side I decided to check it out.

So off I went, happy as Larry that descending was quite flattish and grassy. I was running fast for maybe 8 minutes (more or less, who counts the minutes anyway?) until I reached rocks and a steeper bit, paired with the wind which had so much fun lashing around my face earlier (my hood which was over my buff helped only a tiny bit).

I was looking back up but all I could think of was “I need to get down and out of the wind” and I really didn’t want to climb back up. So I started climbing down, very slowly as barefoot shoes does not have as much grip as “regular” running shoes and because of the strong wind.

It was so windy that I slipped and fell flat on my behind and hands. My hands hurt for some while but where ok as I have worn (soggy) gloves which I changed at some point (always take spare clothing with you).

And while I continued my descent, close to a never ending gully which seems almost vertical, I din’t know whether to cry or curse so the only logical thing was….. of course talking to myself!

Did I mention that I had to cross at least two streams? And that in general water from the tops made its way down? It was either boggy or very wet underfoot. I tell you, my feet where freezing!

But I made it down. It took me 50 very scary minutes and once I was back on the forest path I started running to keep warm and get some feeling back in my feet.

So to get to the point:

If you are not one of those hardcore hikers with spikes under your shoes and a proper axe, do not do the circular route and descent over the mountain! Use the nice though tough route with the pretty wide stone path because in case of an emergency, you will be found and not turn into worm food because you fell down a gully!

Also even when the weather forecast says +9C, do not wear shorts when you want to climb up a mountain as you never know what condition awaits you up there! It might be fine to run at 0C or beyond on ground, but not up there!

Lesson learned and hopefully not forgotten the second I turn off my notebook!

Franky

Note to myself

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Under no circumstances should you give in the desire to have chips swimming in garlic and salt paired with vegan sausages at 7 in the evening AFTER you already ate a whole pack of chickpea crisps!!!

While you eat you feel great and enjoy it, but before you know it you also have eaten the portion meant for next day and than you feel just full and fat!

Do not do it again!

Also:

It doesn’t matter how good it still looks, smells or tastes, when the red pesto was open more than 2 weeks, DO NOT EAT IT!!! You know you feel very very sick hours after!

Franky

Why don’t I have a specific style???

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I recently realised, I don’t really have a specific style and wonder why that is?

Ok, I had a hippie phase, a grunge(ish) style, a 50s style, a “house” style but nothing ever stuck.

It is the same with my hair, I wore my hair in all styles and lengths.

It is almost as if I still try to figure out who I am without really realising it.

The only thing that sticks with me is cashmere cardigans (girls, whoever tells you, you don’t need another cashmere cardigan because you already own 32- they flat out LIE)!

So in my wardrobe you find a lot of Fred Perry dresses and polo shirts, you find knee lengths skirts, even a maxi dress, you even find 2 pairs of chinos (Fred Perry as well) and of course cashmere jumpers and cardigans.

At the current moment I am all into barefoot shoes which, ones your feet got used to it  and stop hurting, are the most comfortable shoes EVER!

But a specific style? No I don’t have one! Maybe I will never have one, who knows what I look like in a years time (hopefully as beautiful as I am know, ha ha ha).

Franky