If last week ended on a high note with the legend of a night out that was the 2014 Irish Blog Awards, then this new week started on a bummer with the mother of all hangovers and a dodgy two-hour drive back to Galway in high winds in a little 1300cc van which shuddered and shook at anything approaching 90 km.
Having survived the treacherous trip back, I was left to nurse not only my monster hangover but a teething infant and hyperactive toddler for the day as the Frenchman had to go into work. Girls, it’s adorable that ye mirror each other’s emotional state, but the surround sound crying has got to go! I somehow made it to 8 o clock with both babies fed,bathed and in bed (and crucially still alive!) whereupon I crawled into my own leaba for some much-needed shut-eye.
That blissful slumber never truly took hold due to the tail end of some hurricane that ranted and raved and seemed at times to be doing its level best to blow out our upstairs windows.Needless to say the babies were not impressed and no one got any sleep of value that night. So on to Monday-traditionally the busiest day of the week for me at work.
They say Blue Monday happens in late January and is the most depressing day of the year. Well I’m convinced that my blue Monday happened yesterday! Busy work place plus feck all sleep is not an equation that yields a positive outcome in any way shape or form. I somehow made it to five o clock,whereupon I received a call from our bank with the outcome of our recent mortgage application.
I’ll spare you the suspense-they said no. They like that we are in permanent jobs, have a nice chuck of savings and that we have zero debt. They don’t like the fact that we pay rent to our landlady in cash, with no electronic record to peruse-they do seem to like a good old perusal of our history in transaction form. We provided them with our lovely rent book but they seem to think we have forged it cos you know with me being from Limerick and the Frenchman being from em, France they seem to think we have fetched up in Galway without having to pay any rent whatsoever. So that was the end of the mortgage application with our bank who we have been banking with for years. Loyalty and a perfect credit rating apparently count for nowt. We now need to approach our landlady and ask her can we start to pay rent directly into her bank account, which to be honest, I’m not sure if this is something she will be wholly receptive to.
It throws a right spanner in the works for our plans, particularly mine as I recently went back to a job I am not particularly fond of for the express reason of getting a mortgage. I know it’s just the first rejection, and it’s not a proper rejection as such, but it still felt like a body blow when the branch manager relayed the bad news to me. I’m not going to lie, I had a wee cry in the car park after another horrendous day at work. Some people can do the kind of work I do (call centre), some can’t. I’m just not good at taking abuse over the phone. Who knew?
I have been taking steps to find other work but employment in Galway was a tough nut to crack pre the arse falling out of everything, so trying to get a decent job these days is fecking impossible. I did apply for a journalist position in a local newspaper recently. I’ve no experience working in a busy news room but I’m a blogger and a writer (a lover, not a fighter) so I decided to throw my name into the ring for the craic. Perhaps unsurprisingly, my application didn’t even warrant a PFO email.
To add insult to injury, yesterday also marked the end of Mini’s regular speech and language therapy appointments as her therapist is going on maternity leave and we have been told she will not be replaced. due to cutbacks, Mini has lost her physiotherapist and occupational therapist over the past 2 years and only receives sporadic appointments in both therapies from the head physio of the area. We didn’t mind so much with this as she is very strong physically but that is not the case in relation to her speech so we will have to look at getting private speech and language classes for her. My knee jerk reaction was feck it, we’re leaving this fecking country. It just doesn’t seem to be working for us. But it is home and it is where the heart is, bruised and battered as it may be!
And it was cold!!So fecking cold. The Indian Summer has well and truly left our shores. It kind of seems like we’ve bypassed Autumn and gone straight into freezing Winter.
At least the day wasn’t a total disaster, as right before the stroke of midnight I received a lovely email from one of my oldest friends with the awesome news that she and her husband are expecting their first baby at the end of April next year.
So in conclusion,hooray for babies,boo for banks and Blue Mondays!