Time to give serious consideration to moving once more. My current position neither enables me to create a future, nor live a life in the present. The job market is no better, in fact it’s getting worse and I’m not adding anything of value to my CV meantime. I’ll need to cast the net far and wide, but fear that all I’ll get is a series of minnows, where only the location and not the circumstances will have changed.
Month: March 2011
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One down, one to go.
Well in my endeavours to gain some sense of fair play, I’m happy to report that it is possible, even when the odds seem stacked against you, to achieve a fair result. Given that you may be facing blatant lies, a less than impartial hearing and all you have is integrity and one single line of text on a contract, the outcome can still turn out to be right. Right not only in the sense of correct, but right in that it is just.
Now it’s time to focus on the second issue. Once again it’s about achieving fairness. But this time, whatever the outcome, the result will not be satisfactory, as there is no compensation that can be won that is great enough to balance that which was taken so abruptly and without warning: trust, hope, faith, shared dreams and unconditional love.
Financial wins can only balance financial loss… for all else, there’s nothing that can be regarded as suitable recompense, but as money is all that the legal system seems to recognise as a means of retribution, then that’s all I’m able to pursue.
Let’s see where this ends.
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£1.33/litre!!!!!!
No adventures planned and life is still hand to mouth, but I did get my bike back on the road this week (I expect that running costs will limit the use this year). After the Touratech period and the loss of the house with a garage, the bike was kindly stored by a guy I’d bought in to Touratech UK to run the Travel side. After Nick’s decision to fire me (legally can’t say any more about this) and the guy I brought in getting a version of my job, it became impractical to store the bike in his dad’s garage, so it’s been outside at a pub over Christmas. I must admit that it looks very shabby now. Rust on the fixings and the frame are the main issues. So I’ve treated them with rust remover and Hammerite paint. The bike is still outside until I find somewhere more permanent to stay, so I may be fighting a losing battle, but I can’t and don’t want to afford a new one.
Who knows, with the cost of fuel being so high, plus the imminent insurance and tax, the bike may have to go, so that’ll be something else Karen can have taken from me and as you know the bike is just the physical representation of my desires and dreams to explore and discover, to sample cultures and to escape my current situation, so that’s another stab. And for what?
