gamiila: (awkward moment)
Still not sure whether or not I did the right thing hiring in the services of a career counsellor. We met again for the second time yesterday and she let me ramble on and on. However, she did suggest I start the search anew by drawing up a plan and sticking to it, rather than continue in the haphazard way I've been going about it the last couple of months. My homework for the next two weeks consists of thinking up, formulating and documenting this plan; and listing all my daily 'successes' in the meantime, a minimum of 10 a day, that I'm to e-mail her at two day intervals.

She's helpfully written down what these successes might consist of:

1) results (i.e. something you have long wanted to achieve, e.g. a diploma)
2) actions (either planned & done, or hesitated & done)
3) expanding on previous knowledge\skill
4) acquisition of new insights
5) recognition and acknowledgement of mistakes

I wonder if she might accept 'ironing' as an action, that I hesitated about doing, but did anyway?
gamiila: (control)
So I made the acquaintance of my career counsellor yesterday, a woman by the name of Vivian. She seems nice enough, but we didn't really discuss anything of much importance in this first session, except for what I hoped to get out of it (some focus and renewed energy for the search) and how soon I could expect the bill and what it was going to come to, including VAT. After we signed the contract, she gave me a book to read and a set of questions to ponder, and we'll meet again in a fortnight.

I hope to God I'm doing the right thing here.

OTOH, I can't see what else I can do. Now that I've started on my 9th month of unemployment, it's obvious I've got to do something to get me out of this blasted funk I've been in for the last couple of months - since my fall, actually, in which I haven't really been trying.
gamiila: (*hides*)
It may be the summer solstice, but you'd never guess...It's another dull, grey day full of showers and short on sunshine, like too many we have had this year. It seems winter gave way to autumn, skipping spring altogether; and it's anyone's guess whether we'll actually get to summer later on.

Anyway, I do apologise for having gone AWOL for a while, though not quite, as I have been lurking here, checking on my flist, but not actually updating. There just didn't seem that much point, as my period of unemployment stretched into its eighth month, and there are only so many ways one can hide one's gradual descent into depression and despair. Though I still have no news to report on that score, and I am still none too happy about my situation, I think it's time I let you know that I've decided to try and break through my despondency by calling in the help of a bona fide career coach. When I received my tax return last month, I suddenly had the funds to hire a professional to help me get back on track and find out a) what it is that I'm looking for, job-wise and b) what's preventing me from getting it, so far. Hopefully then, by the end of the summer, I will be in a much better frame of mind again, full of new energy and ideas, and in a much better position to find work again before the end of the year.

Meanwhile, it's been three months since my unfortunate tumble, and my face has healed up pretty well. There is a scar on my upper lip, and although I still have to get used to how it feels (i.e., a bit tight when I yawn or smile), it's not too bad.

see? )

Unfortunately, my teeth haven't fared that well, and I'm going to have to say goodbye to two of them this coming Monday. The canine that was reinserted has failed to re-attach itself, and the one next to it that has gone up into the jaw is causing me such discomfort that it's been decided to extract it rather than leave it. The last X-ray showed it to have been broken as well, so how my dentist is going to get all the pieces out, I can't tell you; but he's had a couple of weeks to ponder the problem and I'm sure I'll be fine. However, I will be left with a gaping big hole in my upper row of teeth, and will need a partial denture to cover it up.

I know it's my only option, but I'm vain enough to hate the idea of it. I may never have had the dazzling American smile that's becoming ever more fashionable over here too, with whiteners and straighteners and whathaveyous, but I had my own teeth for half a century and if I hadn't fallen off that ladder I might have had them for a half century more...but now I'll have to get used to keeping my teeth in a jar by the bed. It's scary, how utterly past it that makes me feel.

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