A New Job

A New Job

Attila is on night shift, and sleeps during the day. This afternoon I had to wake him up to take a telephone call. He was offered a full-time, permanent job as a result of the interview he did last week.

What a relief!

We do not know very much about it yet. It is close to his present place of employment, the commute will be the same. He will be on permanent night shift, 8.5 hour shifts. His wages will be slightly higher than what he receives now, but will rise in increments over a period of two years, to a living wage. There is a benefit package, which includes a drug plan, for which he will be eligible in three months. And he starts his new job Sunday night. And that is all we know. He is very pleased.

So, although we will be surviving on a very small income for the moment, over time things will improve for us.

That’s us sorted!

Worldly Distractions


Date: 8:00 PM EST Wednesday 11 November 2015
Condition: Light Drizzle
Pressure: 101.4 kPa
Tendency: rising
Visibility: 6 km
Temperature: 9.7°C
Dewpoint: 9.1°C
Humidity: 96%
Wind: WSW 13 km/h


“The Scotch father is strongly patriarchal. The wife is in a great measure subordinate to him even in domestic matters. In England and Ireland and indeed in most other Christian countries the children take their religion and piety from their mothers; in Scotland they take them from their fathers. This is chiefly to be observed among the middle classes. You will find many Scottish households where the father is a sort of potentate in the house. He has the best room, the best chair, the best knife and fork and silver spoon. The tidbits and luxuries are reserved for him. His wife speaks to him with reverence and awe and calls him “mister” even to her own relations. When this majestic father expresses his views his wife sits mum, never daring to say a word. If he is given to religion, he will have his say in that. If he be given to whiskey toddy, he will have his say in that also. He will decide the doctrine of predestination and equally determine for himself how many tumblers are good for him after dinner. Education, I fancy, is at the bottom of this Scottish singularity. The men are better educated than the women.”
Charles Dickens quoted in the Perth Courier (Ontario) on October 4, 1867.

My first thought was “fatted calf”. I grew up with some of this energy running around unchecked, it seems to me there is far more going on here than meets Mr. Dicken’s eye.


  1. What a year you are having! So much change, and all for the better it seems. Although after you showed us a photo of your last house-in-the-country, that was a dreamy house and land there. But Mist Cottage is home now, and husband has a permanent job now…what could be better?

    (I had more typed here but my stupid laptop keyboard just deleted most of it and I can’t go back and recreate….. I am not even really awake yet!) xxxooo

  2. Bex, our country house was beautiful, the landscape was stunning. That is why some people referred to living in the area as “rotting in paradise”, their phrase, not mine, I just lifted it because it expressed the experience so very well.

    You are right! I can’t imagine anything that would be better than what we have right now.

    Mist Cottage is “not soup yet”. We have a lot of work to do to achieve the home we envision, and we look forward to the process of converting this once abandoned little house into our very own refuge of comfort. When we bought the country house it did not look as you saw it in the photos, it too was an abandoned place, in need of years of TLC, which it got, and it showed. Mist Cottage will receive as much attention, and over time, will reflect our values and sense of balance more and more.

    LOL, those stupid keyboards can really mess up a good chin wag!

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