Sunday 15 January 2017

All Good Things

Hello dear readers!

You find me today dawdling in the Doldrums.

The frantic days of the festive period are firmly behind us. The tree is down, the tinsel is away and the last present has finally been handed out. In place of this dizzying kaleidoscope of activity, a holding pattern has emerged in the Seated Perspective household, a period of waiting, of expectation. A period of potential frustrations. It is a time requiring patience.

Unfortunately patience is not a commodity I’m overly equipped with.

Dictionary Corner
Before I Delve into the depths of my current becalmed state, little trivia. Did you know that the Doldrums are a real place? It (they?) is/are an area of the Atlantic Ocean famed for having periods of almost no wind, leaving sail powered boats drifting helplessly for day or even weeks. So there you go eh? The more you know. It’s a sound analogy in any case. One that works extremely well for my current situation.

Anyway, enough of the nautical niceties. Let’s get in to the meat of the where’s and the whyfores.

Those poor unfortunates that read this blog on a regular basis will recall my recent job interview and the adventures suurrounding it (see here if you don’t). You may also remember that I was successful in my candidacy (the fools!) And that I was due to start my new position on the 3rd of this very month.

Yeah, that’s not happened.



Oh, don’t worry, I’ve still, in all probability, got the job, although no contract has been signed and no start date has been formally agreed. The reason for the delay is a health and safety questionnaire I apparently need to complete before I can set foot, or possibly more to the point, wheel, into the building I will be working in.

The reason for this questionnaire seems to be my disability, which does give me slight pause. It will be a phone call that I will receive, you see, possibly early next week (a full two weeks after I was due to start), and I’m not too sure how much can be gleaned from such remote communication.


Raiders of the Lost Workplace
I’ve never met the lady who will be conducting the interview, nor her me. I’ve been to the office just once, for the interview, which to be fair, did include a tour. This means that I will at best be answering very general questions without fully seeing the existing layout to know what potential adjustments might need to be made.




I mean, I can safely say the spike pits and gigantic rolling boulder would  put a dent in me safely and cheerfully going about my daily business, and the crocodile filled moat is certainly less than ideal, but desk height? Loose wires? Heaviness of doors? Having already risked life and limb to attend the interview I don’t see why a second visit couldn’t have been arranged in order to better assess such potential hazards.

 The organisation I will (hopefully) be employed by is a large one. It is bound to have it’s internal regulations to go along with legislative compliance. I just wish it hadn’t taken so long.

I know the silly season has erupted slap bang in the middle of it all. I know that people will have been on holiday, but still I would have hoped that, in this day and age, an organisation of such huge size would have been just a touch better prepared. If it had I wouldn’t have had to sacrifice a payday.

The other delay regards the kitchen.

Unfinished Business
Now don’t get me wrong, or brand new kitchen (noted here) is lovely beyond belief, and Dave, the ingenious man who has fitted it for us and worked around various problems to make sure that it is an accessible and functional environment for the preparation and execution of our ongoing attempts to not give ourselves food poisoning.



The issue here is that, although fitted and working, and although Dave has done several other jobs for us too (re-glazing a window and plumbing in a washing machine in the garage for instance), there are still little finishing touches to be completed. Dave is a busy man, a man who is very much in demand, and I can see why, but it would be lovely to draw a line under this particular project before the flooring goes down (Next week… yay!) It may seem like a small thing but again it’s that sense of limbo (no, not the dance) that creeps in when trying to arrange for some of his time. To be fair a bad back has not helped matters but there’s no heavy lifting left to do so hopefully that will be less and less of an issue.

Waiting Is
Still, to quote one of my favourite books, ‘Waiting is.’ Hopefully when next we meet you’ll find a more upbeat and enthusiastic blogger. If not, at least I have two more seasons of Elementary to get through and maybe, a few people to shoot on GTA… just for catharsis you understand.

Until next time

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