But, y’know, I like to post when I’m on nights. I think rambling incessantly into the night makes me feel less lonely, because I miss Kathryn like crazy these weeks.
I sit up here, late into the night on this first night, trying to make it to 3am when if I fall into bed I’m likely to sleep to some reasonably late hour tomorrow. Although I need to go to the chemist. But ignoring that…
I have been stuck on Canada again. Which is funny. Because nothing’s set it off, as far as I’m aware. It just popped into my head, unbidden, like some kind of booby-trapped meme. An ambush hidden in a thought process.
I was watching Grand Designs (S09E03, the Welsh Folly), and suddenly found myself desperate to be away. Interesting side point: well, there might have been one thirty seconds ago, but as a marker of how tired I am, I wrote ‘Interesting Side Point’, looked at ‘Family Centred Care in A&E’, came back, and have no idea what the interesting side point was. I guess it can’t have been that interesting.
Anyway, we’re stuck in Slough for a while; months, we hope, not any longer, but I am forced to consider whether I should do a ‘critical care course’ at work. I’ve been told I should go for it – but I have no idea if I should. I barely make enough to cover my bills every month – if I suddenly add ‘working more time on a course’ then my ‘time with Kathryn’ goes down. And then there’s the risk that I might be off in Canada before I finish (or even, potentially, start) the course. So I need to check if I shove off – can they demand the money back?
Ironically, I want to do the course, I just don’t want to do it here or potentially now. It’s one of those things which would be an excellent course, which would really improve my knowledge base, which is hard work, which would give me better skills to use in my job and make me a better nurse. But I don’t want to stay here to do it.
Sigh
But the question lurks in my head; should I apply just in case it all goes a bit Pete Tong?
…and there’s an interview too. Geeze. I don’t know if I want to subject myself to that.
Anyway.
complete change of subject
I am reminded, today, that the one big thing I’m going to miss from the UK when we do go is Friends and Family. Yesterday Chrissy and Lauren came down, and we spent a very pleasant day chatting and playing games*. Despite the fact I missed my mum’s birthday this year (yes, flay me alive and send me to Slough…oh, already there), I don’t normally do that, and I will desperately miss my mum.
I wish we could just get on with moving, and with life, because this hanging around here is driving me gently nuts.
Incidentally, we put up the bookshelves in the kitchen, and they look awesome. We only got them up about half an hour before Chrissy and Lauren turned up…but that’s just the way it is sometimes…
Incidentally, watched Dollhouse, very impressed with how they (and particularly Eliza Dushku) make(s) you care for a character who changes in each and every episode. Also very impressed with the show as a whole. Joss Whedon does seem to be incredibly talented.
Also watched BSG – and am very sad… P’raps that is the subconscious origin of my contemplation of it being time to move on.
* Including the atrociously awful Buffy the Vampire Slayer game. It appears to have a small novel’s worth of rules, each of which adds another incredible layer of complexity, or so it seems, until you start playing it when you realise that the complexity is entirely there to transiently obscure the fact that it is, essentially, random. It’s basically like playing snakes and ladders; luck decides who’s going to win, and only 2 players in the game have a chance of winning, realistically. It was funny though, and imbibed Trivial Pursuit** with potential extra moves involving fate-cards and challenging other players. We also played Things in a Box – this is the first time I’ve played it with not-that-many people and it suffers. It was fun, but it needs more people.
** Our edition of Trivial Pursuit is from the 1980s and this makes the game extra-specially challenging. Did you know that Bob Paisley received the Milk Cup (at Wembley, I think) in 1983? Do you know who Bob Paisley is? I do now, because we looked it up. Still. It’s fun all the same :)
