Over the Moon!

Just like the Cow in Edward Lear’s “The Owl and the Pussy-cat,” I am feeling Over the Moon. Why you may ask?

Because I have a new job and feel very happy about being asked to work for this prestigious company. I really do feel that this is just the right job for me; although there is a catch. It is only for 3 months, so it is a temporary appointment. There may be an extension of the post, so this means i have to outperform myself, and make myself invaluable!

No Pressure Then?

This post gives me a chance to enjoy one of my much-loved poems from childhood. I have a memory of owning an Edward Lear book of Nonsense Poems, and it was so worn out by the time I had finished with it, that I can’t remember what the front cover looked like. The front cover of the book has long gone, along with the book itself, but the memories of reading this wonderful poem and the rest of the book are still firmly held in my heart. Thank you Edward Lear for cheering up a small girl from Ipswich…

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I
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
   In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
   Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
   And sang to a small guitar,
“O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
    What a beautiful Pussy you are,
         You are,
         You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!”

II

Pussy said to the Owl, “You elegant fowl!

How charmingly sweet you sing!

O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
   But what shall we do for a ring?”
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
   To the land where the Bong-Tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
   With a ring at the end of his nose,
             His nose,
             His nose,
   With a ring at the end of his nose.
III
“Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
   Your ring?” Said the Piggy, “I will.”
So they took it away, and were married next day
   By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
   Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
   They danced by the light of the moon,
             The moon,
             The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
Image from http://the-office.com/bedtime-story/owlpussycat.htm

They make me happy!

Who are they? My friends of course! Who else can make you happy – the way your friends can?

Today I meet up with a really good friend called FD. FD and I went for a coffee at Costa, but even before we had got to the coffee shop we were chatting, questioning, spilling truths and laughing.

As I didn’t have any money FD paid, and so I didn’t feel awkward she reminded me that many times in the past 4 years I had treated her. I thought about this, and realised that helping FD has been a pleasure – all I used to do was pick her up in the mornings when we were both going to our job.

FD and I met at work and we immediately gelled, we were both studying and it felt like we understood each other’s stresses; although FD already had her degree and was working towards a masters degree! A smart cookie.

As we worked during the weekend, we were glad to have each other’s company – it was a horrible journey to work. No one else was ever around, the streets were completely empty. No other idiot was out at 8.15am on a Sunday morning for minimum wage. During the summer it was cold at that time of day, and when it was warm and sunny we were even more miserable. We would be cooped up in an air-conditioned office. That crappy job brought us together and for three years we continued to cheer each other up, and would crack up about so many silly things, laughing together on the way there and back. Bitching about the terrible customers, and giggling about how sad these people were!

Surprisingly our ages are different, so I’m not someone FD would normally hang out with, which makes this friendship even more special. She’s my eldest girl’s age, and I’m lucky enough to be close to my daughter too. I consider myself very fortunate to be part of their lives and having these two amazing young women as friends is something I cherish.

Tonight I feel happy, and really enjoyed my day with such a wonderful friend; which confirmed to me that “they” really do make life better.

Thanks FD 💜

Grrrr!

I don’t know about you – but I get fed up of hearing when someone’s got a week off. I’ve still got to go to work there’s no half-term when you’re at work! 

I know you’re probably thinking I’m mean? What a grumpy cow! But I’m not, normally, I’m happy for people to have holidays. Although, I don’t want to hear about it every 5 minutes. 

Work doesn’t stop every few weeks to have a break – I get 16 days & Christmas time off. 

That’s bloody ages away! I’m very tired & all I want is a week off. But no! I’ve got to wait because I only get 3 weeks a year. A bloody year – that’s such a wait to rest & chill out. 

So please don’t think I want to hear about your holiday more than twice…  okay? 

Time & Effort 

My time & effort has finally paid off – I’ve got a new job that I’m starting to enjoy. A hiccup for me at first. You’ve gotta remember I’ve been at T&M for a few years so I got comfortable. That’s not a bad thing that I moved jobs. I guess!

I really thought that I wasn’t any good at this job. Even though I’ve only been there 2 and a half weeks. However my boss told me today that I’m doing fine and to stop wasting my time & effort on worrying. Especially as it is stopping me from going to sleep. 

So that’s what I’m gonna do…

Interviews!

I’m confident, funny, intelligent and capable. So why is it I get a serious bout of memory loss and an inability to speak normally; whenever I sit in an interview? 

I sit thinking “I could do that job. I’d love it!” But all I manage to say is “glurikitupimaism?” 

I’ve got to work this out! Get over this rather annoying and very frustrating hurdle. 


I know I’m worth taking on as an employee. Now I’ve got to try to convince others that I’m a good employee! That is not so easy. 

I’ve watched my lovely friend Karen struggle to get a job. Her difficulties were different to mine. But she still took ages to get a job she wanted. 

Yes I could get a’job’ job but I worked hard for my degree and I want to use it. Not for the big figure salary (that would be a welcome bonus) but for the challenges, the adventures and the chance to grow and learn in a sector where there is tech and innovation. 


I love new tech but don’t seem to get time to use and enjoy it. So working in a job where it’s used is appreciated. A chance to improve and share knowledge. And enjoy cracking the code! 

I’ve just bought Affinity for Mac. Their version of photoshop. I still geekishly love my MacBook Air. It’s a year and a half old but looks new. 


Getting back to the reason for the post. I’ve read the articles “How to get that dream job” crap. It’s meaningless! 

All I want is to give a good interview- where I explain a little about myself and use the technical language I use at work. 

Is that so hard?

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I’ve always wanted to make a patchwork quilt for our bed, and now I’ve got the material squares and bought myself a cheap new sewing machine. I’d have loved to have been able to spend more but this seems to fit right now. 

I’ve begun by pinning and adding a running stitch to each square. I’ve used the coloured squares I don’t need to make a small cover for the machine. This is a good way to practice before going on to the proper quilt. 

What a BFF!

Just got back from coffee with my fabulous friend Janet who I met at Uni 4 years ago. We have been friends ever since, through thick and more thick, and a few thins!

She’s been a really good mate, we’ve sat sometimes, when I’ve been in a real mess, and talked it all through. She has a sensible head on intelligent and emotionally mature shoulders and has advice too. Although she is able to just listen and offer comfort without solutions. University is a tough place and everyday life is difficult sometimes. All through the last 4 yrs Janet’s been a solid rock, someone who is obtainable and ever present.

It’s not all one way though, I’ve had the opportunity to be a friend to her on occasions. Just as my life can be chaotic so sometimes can hers and I’ve been there to help pick up the pieces. I’ve always found it easy to want to help her, never getting that crappy feeling that I’ve wasted my time, but always left with the feeling that she was worth the effort, time  and whatever else has been offered.

But its not all doom and gloom, we laugh, I mean really laugh sometimes, well actually all the time. Our sense of humours are similar and we thrive off each others comedy, seeing things no one else can see, laughing sometimes uncontrollably.  I have gone home on many occasions with mascara running, still laughing in the car on the way home after we have left each other. We seem to have a knack of getting ourselves into scraps that end in hilarity.

A few weeks ago I felt so proud of janet too. She came second in a writing competition, her story won her a cash prize and a full double page spread in the newspaper. I hope this gives her the confidence to carry on writing because she certainly has a talent for it. Her story was intriguing, and all the stories I have read of Janet’s have been good. She can write a story which comes around in a full circle. Her endings are always good, with mystery and intrigue which takes some thinking about. This to me is a good writer, someone who can make you walk away thinking about what you have read.

Janet has been a really good friend for the last 4 years and I hope that there are many more years to come of laughter, emotional support and above all friendship.

Do you have a best friend who makes life that bit easier for you? Janet has been such an inspiring and courageous person, I admire her grit and determination to do the right thing.

Her motherhood has been hard but her son is a credit to her. He is matured into a fantastic man, intelligent, fun, kind, thoughtful, and hard-working. He is proud of his mum, it is obvious to see and I think the world of him.

Thanks Janet, for being my BFF…

Better late than never!

Sorry, sorry, sorry, to my thousands of readers who have missed my wonderful blog! Okay okay I know there are only a handful of people who read this stuff but I am sorry to you all.

Apologies over – so why am I sorry? Because I have totally neglected to blog since Easter, which was ages ago.  I have finished my English degree and am now just waiting for the results. I am so worried my dissertation wasn’t good enough, or I didn’t follow the criteria right etc. etc. etc…

Im sure you’re all wondering “what has Wendie been up to then, if she has finished her degree?”

I finished my degree on 6th May, and as I have been working 3 days a week since January my managers have been waiting for me to finish so I can then go full time.  So I started full time at my marketing job. Monday to Friday 9am to 5pm. I thought I would find it hard to work full time, and I have to admit I am tired, but I love this job.

The job is full of variety, full of fun things to do, full of challenges. It is such a good job, and I know I could only get a job like that because I have a degree (or nearly). These types of jobs don’t come along that much, and this one is just perfect for me.  I not only manage the social media for T&M but I also investigate stats and collate them for managers to use to make decisions. I also help with a/b testing and make decisions on changes to our websites. I write blogs, I manage others who write blogs, I write SEO. There is so much that I do and it is all new to me. This makes it an excellent challenge.

I do have to admit that I am finding evenings a little weird. Where I have been working and studying, but all of a sudden there is no more studying to do. After nearly 4 years of doing this it feels rather empty. I know I could sit on Facebook, but thats not my thing really. I like doing it a little but not sitting on it for ages. I am now learning HTML so am hoping that will keep me busy for a wee while.

Thanks for reading and I promise to blog more often.