Sunday 24 July 2011
Happy Birthday To Me!
Yes it's that time again, another year another day. So Happy Birthday Pauline from Yourself!
Saturday 16 July 2011
Giving Up - Part 2
Resign - We'll Pay You!
Hmm, a £3.5 Million pounds (or for my American readers - $5,649,717.51) payoff. So that's where I went wrong. Maybe I should have resigned instead of being a casualty of cut-backs!
Hmm, a £3.5 Million pounds (or for my American readers - $5,649,717.51) payoff. So that's where I went wrong. Maybe I should have resigned instead of being a casualty of cut-backs!
Monday 11 July 2011
Giving Up? Course Not, Just Being An Old Grump!
For the last few weeks I've been very grumpy. In
spite of knowing that there are a lot of people worse off than me, I just can't
shake off that feeling of no longer being useful. I’m sick of hearing from the
government that there are hundreds of jobs available for those who want to
work.
Well, thank you Mr Prime Minister - I was in a job before you came into power. A job I had enjoyed for 22 months. I lost my job just one month before my 56th birthday. I didn't want to leave. I wanted to work and I worked very hard. I was working for the Ministry of Transport - yes, the government's transport department - but due to cutbacks introduced by your ministers, my job had to go, and because I was classed as a "contract worker" (my contract was renewed every three months) I didn't qualify for one of those nice humongous pay-offs or qualify for a civil service pension (less than two-years service you see). Though to be fair, I did get an excellent reference!
Well I have spent a year trying to get one of these so-called available jobs. I've being assured by twenty-something (going on ten) recruitment counsellors "Oh no, madam, it has nothing to do with you age, honest - besides ageism is against the law- (said with tongue in cheek). The fact is we just don't have jobs that are worthy of a person with your calibre and qualifications. Erm, have you thought about remarrying?" Say what???
So Mr Prime Minister - I'd welcome any suggestions of how you expect me to work until I'm 70!
To add insult to injury, you are now insisting that people will have to work until they are 70, because there isn't enough money in the state pension coffers. Not only that, women born in 1954 who were expecting to retire and receive their state pension (miniscule as it is) at the age of 60 (I fall into that category), will have to wait an extra two years before they can draw on their pension.
Well, thank you Mr Prime Minister - I was in a job before you came into power. A job I had enjoyed for 22 months. I lost my job just one month before my 56th birthday. I didn't want to leave. I wanted to work and I worked very hard. I was working for the Ministry of Transport - yes, the government's transport department - but due to cutbacks introduced by your ministers, my job had to go, and because I was classed as a "contract worker" (my contract was renewed every three months) I didn't qualify for one of those nice humongous pay-offs or qualify for a civil service pension (less than two-years service you see). Though to be fair, I did get an excellent reference!
Well I have spent a year trying to get one of these so-called available jobs. I've being assured by twenty-something (going on ten) recruitment counsellors "Oh no, madam, it has nothing to do with you age, honest - besides ageism is against the law- (said with tongue in cheek). The fact is we just don't have jobs that are worthy of a person with your calibre and qualifications. Erm, have you thought about remarrying?" Say what???
So Mr Prime Minister - I'd welcome any suggestions of how you expect me to work until I'm 70!
To add insult to injury, you are now insisting that people will have to work until they are 70, because there isn't enough money in the state pension coffers. Not only that, women born in 1954 who were expecting to retire and receive their state pension (miniscule as it is) at the age of 60 (I fall into that category), will have to wait an extra two years before they can draw on their pension.
Friday 8 July 2011
JOKE OF THE MONTH!
The reason why writers should never, ever, rely on the spell checker...
Spell Checker
I halve a spelling checker,
It came with my pea see.
It plainly marks four my revue
Mistakes I dew knot sea.
Eye strike a key and type a word
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong oar write
It shows me strait aweigh.
As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two long
And eye can put the era rite
Its rarely ever wrong.
I've scent this massage threw it,
And I'm shore your pleased too no
Its letter prefect in every weigh;
My checker tolled me sew.
***
Keep smiling, keep laughing and keep writing...
Spell Checker
I halve a spelling checker,
It came with my pea see.
It plainly marks four my revue
Mistakes I dew knot sea.
Eye strike a key and type a word
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong oar write
It shows me strait aweigh.
As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two long
And eye can put the era rite
Its rarely ever wrong.
I've scent this massage threw it,
And I'm shore your pleased too no
Its letter prefect in every weigh;
My checker tolled me sew.
***
Keep smiling, keep laughing and keep writing...
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