I’ve reached the halfway point of the university trimester and I’m back to haunt you all with a poignant blog post. Well, not so poignant but I felt it was time to check in with some brief remarks about where I’ve been, where I am and where I am going.
Uni hasn’t been going so well. I’ve been keeping my head above water with one unit but sinking rapidly in another. The old flaws of character that conspired to defeat any academic excellence when I was at school seem to still exist. I’ve obviously struggled this trimester and it’s more to do with focus, concentration, and enthusiasm. I’ve learnt quite a lot but really need to get myself organised over the next couple of weeks or face the ignominy of failure. On the surface, my life doesn’t appear too stressful or contain anything that might constrain me when it comes to study. But, I am a slow learner and when you get older there are considerations in regards to family time and work that really conspire against you and restrict your time. Plus, the energy levels of old simply aren’t there anymore. I just want to slump on the couch when I get home and even when I wake up in the mornings it’s hard to get physically warm. Whatever will be will be and it doesn’t worry me too much. I will march on and see where I shake out at the end of this trimester. Life will move on regardless.
I was in Brisbane for ten days for a wedding which didn’t do my studies any good. I went with good intentions to knuckle down and work but of course it didn’t end well in that regard. Who wants to do that sort of thing when you are on holidays and being a family wedding, Linda’s daughter getting hitched, it was hard to concentrate. Brisbane is a great town for anyone who hasn’t been there. It’s a little more relaxed and easy going than the big cities down south and, although it’s a metropolis, easier to get around or so it seems. We stayed at an airbnb property at Red Hill, a nice part of town close to the city, near Lang Park, the home of Queensland Rugby League for those with a sporting bent. Big house, flash, great views, but still too cold to swim in the pool despite the temperature hovering in the mid-twenties most of the time we were there. I think I could live in the inner city areas of most big Australian cities. Of course it would be expensive so is realistically beyond me but it would be a great lifestyle. Walk to work, no hassles driving through horrid peak hour traffic to get to the outer suburbs. Lovely. Of course it won’t be happening anytime soon! Haha.
I’m back at work of course and struggling. Today is the first morning I have really felt tired and I’m not looking forward to the day as I am required to drive a forklift all day, a job which I am rapidly beginning to dread. It’s all just piling on the misery and I have decided to pull the plug before the end of the year. Yes, I will be resigning my job after thirty one years and figured I better get a move on and get out of there before I turn fifty lest I be stuck there permanently. It’s just a matter of timing. I will see which way the wind is blowing at the end of September in regards to changes to our working conditions and may jump then. I can’t hold out much longer. So, anyone out there looking to employ a casual worker, short on skills, a little long on life then drop me a line.
So that’s where I am for the moment. I have uni work to do (which is overdue!) so I better get to it. Not sure when I will be back to blog again but I have not gone away. Strange Notations will survive. So will I.
Strange Notations From a Laborious Life 