It’s about time I had a good day. Today was one of them.

Applied for 8 jobs via the interweb. Had confirmation from one company about “an informal chat” the early part of next week. Wish me luck.

The bad news today though- excruciating bloody toothache! Dentist, here I come.

I’m amazed at what the UK government have done today though- massive funding injection to prop up the banking system- that’s an unreal amount of money, and heard on the news that it equates to 25% of the UK’s total funds. I guess that if it fails and goes belly up, we’re all screwed anyway, so maybe once I get my gob sorted, and land a new job, it’ll be time for a party. You’ll be invited, of course.

Oh, the other news- I’ve bought a digital camera, and a video camera today, so I’ll have a play over the next few days and see if I can get to grips with some more new technology. Maybe, who knows, perhaps I’ll be able to figure out how to put stuff on here before I die. Again, wish me luck.

Bummer!

Today I was presented with a letter informing me of “At Risk of Redundancy Notification”. Had a meeting with the boss, and things ain’t looking good for my future in my current job. Still, now should be a good time to re-focus my efforts and firm up some of the good links I’ve established amongst colleagues and partners. Anyway, I’ll start looking around, and make plans for a slightly different direction. Returning to freelance work and project consultancy is an option, but it would take time to set myself up again, and I can’t really be bothered chasing new business at the moment. Especially now everyone is feeling the squeeze, I suspect it would be a real uphill struggle… but maybe that sounds like I’m depressed and down, and perhaps I am. I suspect that the bottle of red wine, and 3 cans of Carling causing a thick head this morning could have something to do with my somewhat defeatist attitude though. Time for strong coffee and a self-administered kick up the ass!

The good news though is yesterday, I was invited out on a date! A what? Jesus, it’s been at least 10 years since I went on one of them… how do you do it again… is it meet at the pub, dinner, cinema/theatre/live gig or a different order? Do I pay? Does ’going Dutch’ show a modern approach to equality, or does such an approach indicate that I’m a tight-arsed bastard? If I offer to pay, does that immediately become a chauvenistic and patronising approach- will she be offended- or fall into my arms? Christ- what a head-fuck this is. However, she looks lovely, and the conversation we had lasted for ages, and was pretty inspiring with her showing real intelligence, and consideration for alternative points of view.

Although, this could all fade into insignificance- she might not turn up, and if she does, there’s a risk that I’ll be broke ’cause I’m soon to be made redundant.

Good day or bad day… you decide.

Now it’s time for coffee… lots.

Ok, so I have an 8-year old son. Divorced Dad n all that, single parent now, and to be honest, the relationship with Mum runs pretty smoothly now all that vicious heartbreakin’ legal bullshit is over. Why we never got on so well when we were married is beyond me, something went wrong along the way, and I guess we were both too stupid and selfish to realise it until it was too late…..but hey-ho, onwards and upwards.

What’s the best bits? Well it has to be the fun things we do, seeing the smiles he beams, laughing out loud together and having that luvverly “proud to be your father” feeling deep inside me. 

Why? Well, guess who was the only kid in the class to get all his spelling test correct today?

Proud Dad- moi ?

You betcha !

Now I suppose I’m going to have to buy a digital camera, and figure out how to host photo’s on here… is this the start of some sort of Internet-based/techno-obsession thing? God I hope not- this could get very complicated and expensive very fast, very soon !

Ta Ta For Now,

One Proud Dad.