Sunday, April 15, 2012

Friday 13th April

I can't believe that I managed to schedule my return trip on such a day and now I'm wishing I hadn't.
I had to get up at 4am, leave at 4.30am to get to the bus station for the 6.15am coach.  Except that the man who sold me the ticket gave me an evening coach and not the morning one.  So I missed the morning coach which was really at 5.45am.  In fact, I saw it leaving as I arrived at the coach station.
So I waited and drank cappuccinos.  Not my favourite coffee, but what was I supposed to do?  I made the most of it and tried to relax.
At 8am, I got on the coach.
2 1/2 hours later I got off the coach and ran for a taxi.
I arrived at the airport at 10.55am.
Check in closed at 11am.
I got to the gate at 11.10am.
Boarding was at 11.20am.
And the flight was scheduled to depart at 11.45am.
It was late taking off, but oh well.
We landed only a few minutes later than scheduled.
I turned on my phone but it didn't work.
I went through customs/passport control and waited for my suitcase.
And waited.
And waited.
Along with about 25 other people.
Finally, we ask what has happened and apparently all our luggage is still at the departure airport.
We had to fill out a report form.  It would take 2 days to get the bags to the UK and then a courier would deliver them.
Ok, so then next I went to the train, asked an official man what train I'd need. He told me but forgot to mention to get a certain one.  So I bought the wrong ticket for the wrong train that stopped everywhere before having me change to a different train.  I was able to swap tickets for a direct train.
Got off at my stop, thinking I'd take a bus all the way to my front door, but no.....there was 'work' being done and the stop was a 10 minute walk away.  So I ended up taking 2 buses.  My phone was still not working and I needed it, in case the airline rang about my suitcase.
I stayed on the bus, went past my house and on to the mobile phone shop.
Almost cried telling them my story but they checked my old phone from head to toe and yes, it was indeed broken.  Crap!!!
One upgrade and a new contract later and I'm finally heading home to see my little girl and my mum.
Having started my journey at 4.30am, I arrived home at 5.50pm.
Oh what a day.
And not one I want to repeat any time soon.
A definite Friday the 13th experience.

Saturday, March 31, 2012

A life less ordinary....

As I was walking along my local high street and past the local Clarks, who should I see coming out but James McAvoy and his wife.  Not two minutes later, I'm at the lights waiting for the 'green' man when Clive Owen crosses in front of me and goes into the local Starbucks.

Just another ordinary day in my local neighbourhood.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

New sensation

Over the last couple of months, I have noticed a change happening on my placement.
I am starting to be seen as if I am a real professional and not simply a student.
I had my second observation a couple of weeks ago and my assessor commented that the service users looked to me as the working professional.

Today, I had an interview for some additional volunteering and came away feeling as if I might be able to contribute something.

I am building the bricks to expand my potential network for a career path.
This is new and strange territory for me.
Very exciting stuff.

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Not so silent sunday Mother's Day...

I was woken up rather too early today by two very loud little girls.
My daughter had her best friend staying over last night.  Both girls slept well but my guess is that they woke up at the crack of dawn.
I was aware of them opening my door periodically, checking to see if I was awake yet.
My daughter's friend is lovely but VERY loud.
There was no way I was getting a lie in this morning.
When I went out to the living room, they had prepared Mother's Day cards, breakfast (albeit soggy cereal) and a couple of presents.  It was so touching.
I had not expected any of this.  It was really lovely.
This little note and the heart rug were strategically placed for me to find/trip over.

Silent Sunday

Silent Sunday