Goodbye Struggle Street

After becoming unemployed shortly before Christmas, my partner has started his first day at a new job. He’ll be fairly paid and we’ll be much better off than before.

I am so incredibly thankful, because the fear of losing things that we’d worked so hard for like our house and car, at the tender age of 22, was a bit too much for the both of us.

Thanks to my keen budgeting skills, we scraped through and didn’t fall behind on any payments. Now we’ll have more spending money for our trip to France in October.

After October I’ll assess my employment and make the jump back over to reception from sales. I’m not sure if this is the case for anyone else, but sales has changed so much in the past 18 months. I now have a script I need to follow and my targets have jumped 150%, doesn’t make for a lot of fun on the job. We’ll cross that job-hopping bridge when we get to it in October.

To the future! I’m excited.

It’s Not You, It’s Me

Look, we’ve had some amazing times together. You’ve helped give me insight into the lives of those I know and love (and even those I don’t know, but we’ll keep that between us). You’re always asking me what I’m doing or how I am feeling; helping me put my best self on display. Although, sometimes you don’t stop me from breaking my filter and having an all out whinge. Which you should, because, lets face it, me whining is not very becoming.

So, it has come to this, Facebook. We’ve come to that inevitable fork in the road and we will part ways at the end of this week. I have uninstalled you from my phone and started to make sure I have my dearest and nearest’s up to date contact information. Come Friday, I will deactivate you.

This isn’t to say I won’t be back. For now it is the best thing I can do for me. I have found myself spending most nights staring at you, wondering what my friends are doing. It isn’t healthy.

You have become my social life. I can’t remember when I last actually went out with my friends. That’s not to say I haven’t tried. More and more I would text my friends and ask them if they wanted to catch up over coffee, only to be told that they were busy or to check in another time. Both of which are fair responses.

But I started to notice, some time ago, that my friends were expecting me to see their status updates as us “catching up”. I’d send a text asking the good old, “Hey, how’ve you been?” only to log onto you, Facebook, minutes later and see that they’ve been out to lunch with their mum, who is visiting and their boyfriend proposed! I’d never get a reply to a text asking “How are you?”

I know that’s a silly example, as with things like proposals, it is impossible to tell everyone in person, so a mass text replaced the newspaper announcement, and now you, Facebook seem to have replaced the mass text message. And look out if you don’t “like” that life event. That makes you a bad friend.

It is the politics that I won’t miss. Or the incredibly lonely feeling that you, Facebook, have brought out in me. After reading something as glorious as a proposal or pregnancy announcement on Facebook  I’d try to catch up with those people to celebrate in person. It would get planned, but never actually happen. So the next time I logged in, I would see photos of these people out at lunch with other engaged friends or hanging out with their new found “mummy friends”, I’d feel hurt (not hurt enough, though to then air my dirty laundry all over my wall).

I don’t want that. I do think that ignorance is bliss. So I would very much like to think that when I have made lunch plans with a friend and they get cancelled the day of, that we will catch up “some other time”, and know that I won’t be logging on to Facebook to see who or what they have done instead. I won’t miss the gossip or snarkiness or oversharing that you brought out in my friends, either.

Life will be simpler and I know I will be surrounded with those that do care and that I care about. If there is something I want to know about them, I will just ask and make more of an effort, instead of stalking them online.

I very much look forward to this breath of fresh air. Thank you, Facebook, for the good times. I will admit, when my ego needed inflating, you did a pretty smashing job most of the time, but it is time for me to come back down to Earth and join the real people.

With love,

Emma

New hair cut

Well, I have been back at work for a week now and boy has it been busy with silly changes,  which I won’t get into here. Lets just say that as a member of the local repertory club, I have enough scripted conversations in my day without having to have them at work.

My week off involved a lot of nothing. It. Was. Great. First off, I chopped my hair off

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Then I got a pet guinea pig.

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I haven’t had one since I was 15, and I am glad to be back in the ranks of guinea pig ownership.

I got my eyes tested and it turns out a job that requires you to spend 95% of your time staring at a computer screen isn’t very good for your eyes. So I am getting glasses. I must say though, I think I pull them off. They should arrive next week.

Other things that I got up to was doodling in my visual diary. I wasn’t all that inspired creatively. I did cook up a storm though. I made jars of fig jam, tomato relish, a batch of butter chicken and some baby cakes for my friend’s baby shower.

It was my first baby shower that I’d been to and it set a really high standard. We all brought a bead to the shower and made a necklace for my friend. The idea was that she would be able to draw on the positive energy of her friends during labour. There were cards to decorate and write positive messages to mum to be and baby, a belly cast to decorate and squares of canvas that we could paint on. These would be turned into bunting for the baby’s room.

It was such a cute day.

My pigeon appreciated all of the extra attention during my week off, too.

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Adventures in Potato Mashing

Only I would cut myself with a spoon whilst mashing potatoes.

The fact I was using a spoon probably has a lot to do with why I cut myself in the first place. I do recommend, however, trying mashed potatoes my way:

Step 1: Pre-heat oven to about 200 degrees celcius.

Step 2: Roast as many potatoes that you feel you need, whole, until soft (so a fork or skewer can be easily pushed through them)

Step 3: Take potatoes out of the oven and allow to cool slightly. Slice in half

Step 4: Take a sieve and pot. Push potatoes through seive using a large spoon.

Step 5: Discard potato skins. Add a dash of milk and a bit of butter to taste.

Step 6: Stir and serve!

It is best to work really quickly after step 3, unless you enjoy cold mashed potato. Pro tip: Don’t cut your finger open on the spoon. Potato isn’t the most fun to clean out of a gash.

I am now going to enjoy my potatoes and be very thankful I didn’t get any blood or finger bits in it!

Ye First Blog Post

So after taking a 4 year hiatus from blogging (because blogging is soooo 2008), I’ve decided to pick it back up again.

I will be detailing the ever monotonous day to day, the dreary and drab, but also the fantastic and fab facets of my life.

Mostly this will be a platform for me to get back on the artistic horse and share my passion for art with the world.

 

Not the most original, but hey, with blogs being “so 2008”, I’d hardly be the first, right?

Now that the awkward first post is out of the way, lets get cracking!