There’s been horizontal snow all day with the wind battering the sash and case windows so they are all rattling to come in on us – every gap whistling with gusts that are making this living room bite with cold.
I’ve been too lazy to fetch the coal from Mum and Dad’s cellar. And the scuttle is full of apple cores and orange peels and sweet papers instead. 15 minutes more. That’s all. Then I’ll don my wellies and waterproof and go fetch.
I’m off today. The kids are at home too as there’s an in-service for their teachers.
In fact I’ve been off since last Friday. The February break has been a welcome one.
The job is neither good nor bad. I seem (wisely but unusually for me) to have suspended all feeling or judgement in respect of it. It’s a job. And that’s probably as damning as I can permit myself to be as I’ve never had ‘just a job’ before.
I do my best. Some cases are interesting. I cling to those which will push or challenge me. But in all honesty none of it is brain surgery or rocket science or – even what I did before. I help people keep their jobs – or help them to an accommodation with reality. Aside from that I simply get on. I’ve even found myself thinking of holidays and planning my year around them. That’s definitely new to me.
I am applying to study at Strathclyde University. That’s something good. An MSc in Mediation and Conflict Resolution. Sounds like one of those made-up courses full of nonsense words and gobbledy-gook. But I’ve read through the course outline and recognise the high calibre of some of the teachers. I gained accreditation as a mediator a while back – so this course will build on that. And in the world in which I work the qualification will be very useful – or rather, the skills which I learn will be very useful. Invaluable perhaps. Which can only be good for my employability. That’s a new reason for me to do any further study or learning – I’ve never paid a blind bit of notice to what would make me ‘more saleable’. Ugh. But in this case, I suppose it is true.
I’m also considering putting myself through the candidate selection process for my political party of choice. I’ve half-filled the application. Then I’ve simply fence-sat. Which doubt may well be my answer…
Thing is – I’ve a list of reasons why I shouldn’t do it. But since when have I done what I should do?
MP or MSP? Mmmm.