If I Had a Hammer
on Blog From Beyond (Rwanda), 14/Jan/2010 17:22, 34 days ago
No, I wouldn't take it to theJob Centre, though that is a tempting thought ;)I'm home, soon to be warm (just turned the radiator up), reclining with a large glass of red,Capital Goldand inclinations towards anothersnow bath...Did my first day as a CSW (Communication Support Worker) at a college in Corby today for a young lad on a carpentry course. Was quite entertaining - at one point I was in full blue overalls and protective goggles with a set of ear muffs around my neck. Hard place to interpret because of the loudness of the machinery: sanders, routers, drills, saws, hammers...Wasn't masses to do most of the time as it was a practical workshop and he was building a cabinet, but there was a theory test in the afternoon. Was interesting stuff though and really like the lady running the support services there. She observed me and took me through the job and we hit it off pretty well I thought.This now means two things. I'm working over hours so I can sign off - Hooray! Although I will have to take responsibility for my own national insurance as my employers don't - Booo.It also means that when my contract withDeafconnectfinishes in February (date to be confirmed) I won't be stuck for work. It's potentially quite a lucrative market as there's a shortage at the college. Unfortunately they don't pay so well in comparison to other places, and nothing compared to what I would be charging if I'd stuck withBSL Futuresand become a fully qualified interpreter - but let's put it this way, it's still significantly over minimum wage. Rock on.In other news, I'm having a chat with VSO next Thursday. They've signed me off on the police checks and now it's a case of convincing them I can make the leap from Disability to Secure Livelihoods. My master plan is - forgoing any offers on the table in the near future - to go through them to get the experience on my CV to switch to other lines of work. I have the transferable skills but need to tick them off in their own right, outside Disability.See what crops up. Wasn't going for the full two years again, just nine-months perhaps. Increase my sell-ability on the job market and have an interesting time in the process.So I think I can tentatively say that things are on the up. At least I know I won't be out of work when Deafconnect's over and also won't be tied to a full-time job stuck in Northampton. I can leave should I need to.I had an amazing moment of déjà vu when talking to the lady at the college today - they say that's a sign you're on the right path; where you're meant to be - so, I think that's a good thing. I was starting to wonder.And in another moment of happiness and joy, the snow is thawing andCathryn'scoming tomorrow; we're off to seeGraemein Bath. Really looking forward to that.So, on the whole this is a really positive post. I'm a happy girlie.Only weird report is on my dreams. Since makingthat last postI've had a perfect night's sleep. No weird dreams, no laying across the bed.Then, sod's law, I have to get up at quarter to seven to get sorted and out in good time to get to Corby ready for action (I need at least 20 mins standing under how running water and the rest of the hour to sup tea, have breakfast, check my e-mails and generally work out where I am) - so obviously I snap wide awake at 4:27am, completely crooked across the bed with my feet practically levitating towards the church having just had a stunningly graphic nightmare.It was another major epic involving two guys who wanted to make a movie together only the relationship went sour and one got arrested for possession of dope (even thought it was a very small amount) and they have a big argument then whilst he's in jail the other man becomes this weird predator-type person.Basically I was flicking betweenbeingthis woman and observing her from the outside. The woman was the mother of a pretty blond girl in her early 20s. It starts off with all being well. This man meets my daughter, all is well, everyone likes him. Then one day the other guy gets out of prison and comes and tells me that this man my daughter is seeing is a psychopathic murderer. I feel this overwhelming panic, it's like he's told me something I sort of knew deep down.So we jump in a taxi and go racing off to find my daughter - we see her walking down the street with this man and I know it's too late, he's going to kill her.This guy who's out of prison leaps out of the car to try and stop him when a drive-by gangster-style shooting occurs. The guy who is with my daughter is shot in the head. His skull is riddled with bullet holes and although not bleeding, you can see his brains through them. He's a gonner, but not before caving in the other guy's skull with a TV remote control and shooting him several times in the head.I'm really upset because this guy was trying to protect my daughter and I don't want him to die but this is the reoccurring issue with people in my dreams getting shot in the head (which they do quite frequently and I once shot myself in the head and had the same problem) - you know you are about to die (by rights you would be dead immediately in real life) but it's not instantaneous and you black out a few times and wake up and realise each time that you're about to die and you don't want to die...so you see his fear and you can't do anything about it, you just have to wait until he falls down. It takes a long time.Aaaanyway. It was a very bloody ending and I still remember the remote control lodged in his skull like a brick...So yeah. After a few nights of nothing, off we go again. I'm just annoyed it happened when I had to get up so early.I kept a dream diary for almost a year once, whilst travelling aroundAustralia. There's some veeery strange stuff in that. I do know that when I bother to write them down I tend to start remembering more of them. So I probably should stop now ;)But on the whole, all rosy ahead. Friends, road trip, money in the pocket and hang the Job Centre. Rosy hours of Mazenderan indeed.