I made a trip to IKEA today to pick up a new kitchen sink. The new kitchen had been installed 4 months ago but the sink I wanted was out of stock at the time. The waiting time of 4-6 weeks had drifted out somewhat and I have tired of washing dishes in my bathroom basin.
Today I wore my mask to work. After a restless nights sleep, I awoke under a cloud. Not a stay under the blanket cloud but a day where I would prefer not to have contact with people. Unfortunately, today was a work day. My job is customer service and I was working today at a high-volume location.
I was working today and got into conversation with a colleague. For the purposes of this post I will call her Jill. I mentioned to Jill that another colleague (lets say…ummm…John) would be joining the team the following week. I stated that John would be pursuing an internal qualification to allow him to progress in the business.
I posted a while back that I had listed a few items on eBay to create more dollars to contribute to my dream of early retirement. I would be reluctant to call this a ‘side hustle’ as I’m not listing enough volume to make a continual or substantial amount. Regardless, I have had a few
Continued from My experience with claustrophobia – Part 2 I slept restlessly. I awoke several times secretly hoping some mysterious ailment would claim all the train travellers so I could have an easy trip to work. The weather was poor, so the train was the only logical option. I got ready and dragged my feet to the station.
Continued from My experience with claustrophobia – Part 1 The next couple of days were a blur. Almost literally so, as I seemed to be looking constantly through a haze. Thankfully, the weather was clear, so I would get up early and ride my motorbike into the city. This was not all happy sailing though
My recent post content has drifted from the original topic of early retirement. I found that drafting my blog The best day of my life – Being diagnosed with depression and anxiety was very cathartic. For personal reasons, I have been reluctant to share my past mental health issues, so it was somewhat of a relief
I’ve known him always But he is not my friend He arrives at my door without notice Barging through the door to my mind He stays days, weeks and sometimes months One day he is here and the next he is gone He isn’t here now but I know he will be back Bringing the
As indicated in my post Obstacles to the dream – Options and opportunities, I recently encountered a challenge to my goal for early retirement. Without recounting the whole story, I had been assigned to a particular work location for an indefinite period. The issue being that the location provided very little in the way of
Yes, the title is accurate, the best day of my life was being diagnosed with depression and anxiety. I expect that most would say something joyous like their wedding day, the birth of a child or travelling to an exotic destination. Not me, the best day of my life was something that would be considered…well, depressing.