Gazing through the Glass

It was my birthday today, and my Dad gave me a laptop, which was incredibly kind of him, so I can get back to my blogging. After the last post I had a bad few weeks when i didn't feel like posting, and then I managed to find a nightmare job in an office selling roof insulation, where i have no access to the internet. It is SO TERRIBLE. I know that the job isn't going to last long as it is run by two dodgy brothers and they're always telling me to delay sending out the payments etc. IT's miles away from Hammersmith, too, so getting there takes a tube and the bus.
I work surrounded by stacks of files and papers so all anyone ever sees is the top of my head. And you wouldn't believe the men they employ to do the insulation. They're basically unemployable - huge, scary and tattooed.All they want to do is earn enough money to get completely rat-arsed, so they work like mad the first part of the week, and then they go out on a huge bender, and on Fridays I get endless customers complaining no one has turned up - or that really foul-mouthed, grimy workmen have arrived and accidentally hit the head off a garden gnome carrying a pack of insulation in, or else used the toilet to be sick etc.
Ho well, at least i can pay the rent and buy catfood and just about keep up with the credit card payments. I feel really envious of Rache. She keeps sending me lovely postcards of Greece and telling me she's in heaven. Apparently the spring is the best possible time there: it is all green and there are loads of birds, and it is warm enough to swim. Sigh. Poor little Mirabelle seems really sad. There's a pigeon building a nest outside my window and she just watches this pigeon all day. She's worn a little bald patch on her lip rubbing at the glass trying to get out. I know how she feels.

Is This the End?

Oh well, apologies for not posting for weeks, but I like to be an upbeat, optimistic person, and everything has been so terrible recently that I just wanted to hide and cry. But I’ve resolved to be upbeat EVEN ABOUT THE BAD THINGS.
Well, before Christmas there was a huge rush to finish work for this company, which made me quite optimistic that we’d all keep our jobs and everything would be fine, etc. But there was a huge meeting a week ago and we were told we were all ‘being let go’. A few people are staying on, in case things get better, but not me. And I’ve only been with this company three years so I will not get much redundancy.
I’ve been frantically looking for work since, but the problem is that it’s expensive living in London, so I can’t just work in a sandwich shop or something. And meanwhile, it’s weird going round the shops and seeing how cheap everything is (that I can’t afford to buy). It’s like how people describe a tsunami: this weird thing happens of the sea retreating. And then there are all these huge fish flapping in pools, and you think; ‘Wow! Free treats and bargains!’ And you don’t realise what a horrible thing is coming over the horizon.
Incidentally, what IS going to happen? Does anyone know? Will all the shops shut? Will armies of grey-faced unemployed be trudging along the motorways? Will money become worthless? (In which case, I’ll be happy, as my overdraft will be meaningless.)
Rache has decided to go and live in Greece. Vasilius has found her a job working in a café run by another cousin of his, and she says she doesn’t care if it doesn’t work out with him. All Greek men are so gorgeous (in her opinion) that she’ll just find another one. She was wondering if I’d like to have her evil cat, Oskar, but I said No! She’s just going to release him on to the streets if I don’t take him, as she reckons there will be too many cats in animal shelters and he doesn’t stand a chance there.
It feels like the end of so many things,
Anyhoo, I’m going to post every few days now, filling you in on what happened over Christmas etc. So no more long long gaps.