My life is worth more than their profits.

Here it is, Thursday already!  So far, so good at work; an unexpected and welcome turn of events.  If this continues I will have to rename my negative coworker!

The job interview and test went well yesterday afternoon.  I don’t expect to hear anything back from them for weeks and weeks; better to know this will happen than to wonder.  That possibility will go on the back burner until further notice.  A response to another application I sent out was bluntly rejected.  However, the fact that feedback was offered is something to be appreciated in this day and age.

It has been cold here, but not as cold as it has been in other parts of Canada.  We have snow here, but not as much snow as they have in other parts of Canada.  Attila is kept busy with splitting wood and building fires.  He is keeping Mist and I warm and comfortable.  My desk is near the outer wall of the house, well away from the masonry fireplace, so that I must bundle up well to sit for any length of time, as it is quite chilly.  I could move the furniture around, but have yet to envision a functional configuration.  Fortunately, I’ve lots of warm sweaters, socks and slippers to keep me snug.

Terra has a birthday this week, Happy Birthday Terra!  The past year has been a very good one for Terra, she accomplished a lot: she graduated and found a great job (although not perfect yet).

I need help from fellow Canadians.

As I’ve mentioned before, I have anaphylaxis.  Food labeling is a life or death issue for me, and others.  The new labeling laws in Canada have not been passed yet and I need help.  I will be submitting my views to Minister Stockwell Day, the President of the Treasury Board, and to Prime Minister Stephen Harper using this reliable and respectable web site: http://www.allergicliving.com/petitions/food-labelling/.  The Finance Canada And Treasury Board Secretariat has already viewed this entry, very quick to monitor public reaction.  It would be great if other bloggers included this link for their readers.

Spread the word if you can.

As far as I can tell, it is the food industry that is lobbying against labeling laws.  My life is worth more than their profits.

A Winter Day

A.M.

Another day dawns.  It is very cold at night.  Attila’s efforts last night with the fire downstairs warmed the second floor to a comfortable temperature.  Downstairs it has cooled down again, but remains above freezing.

This morning Attila forgot to open the damper on the masonry fireplace, during the morning firing.  It did not become apparent until the smell came to my attention.  I think it was the lower chimney pipe super heating, probably the painted finish off-gassing.  The problem was remedied immediately when Attila opened the damper.  Luckily we opted for a partial damper, which allows some heat and gas to escape even when the damper is closed.  We have been running the air cleaners this morning.  Small things can escalate, one must be diligent.  We have been heating with this masonry heater for about six years now, in northern Ontario where it is can get very cold in the winter.

Healthy Houseplant in the North West Window

Healthy Houseplant in the North West Window

It is beautifully cold.  When it is this cold, the snow glitters in the headlights, as Attila leaves for work, predawn.

That’s it for the morning, off to work!

P. M.

For some reason I had a craving for eggs at lunch time.  So, lunch consisted of two eggs fried in olive oil, served on a piece of toasted whole wheat bread, spread with dressing and a slice of fat free cheese.  Why the craving for eggs?  No idea, but I felt much better for having eaten eggs for lunch.

Mist and I spent a quiet afternoon curled up, me on the easy chair with my Kobo and Mist in her wicker basket in front of the fireplace.  She slept soundly, I nodded off from time to time.

Perspective

A.M.

Last night, I received a missive that put my own small troubles into perspective.  A friend wrote that her husband, also a friend, has entered palliative care.  He has been battling cancer since the summer months.  Attila and I are thinking of them both.

Attila and I are getting ready for work.  We have had our coffee and cuddle with Mist in front of the morning’s fire.  Time to get down to the business of breakfast, shower, making lunch, getting dressed and gathering all the paraphernalia needed for a day away from home.  Attila has cleared the snow from my car, and warmed it up for me; such a nice perk in the morning!

In theory I’ll be home to watch a midday firing of the masonry heater.  This is needed as the temperature is now dipping below -15C at night on a regular basis.  Mist will be waiting for me, I know, sitting strategically in front of the fireplace with a enquiring look on her face.

Morning Inspiration

P.M.

Cold!  The house is getting chilly.  Attila is out chopping wood to build a fire in the little wood stove downstairs, and for the third firing of the masonry fireplace upstairs.  When I came home at lunch time Mist came and sat down beside and yelled her concerns.  Mist is deaf you see, she yells as loud as she can and apart from the vibration of her own voice, I don’t think she can fathom the decibels.

This afternoon I received a call in regards to one of the resumes I sent out last week.  The call came as a shock, I can tell you.  At first I was pleasant, polite and very confused.  Recovering quickly I responded to questions and arranged to write a test and attend an interview later this week.  This is temporary employment, evenings and weekends, not ideal, but it might work out.  In reality anything that pays the bills might be considered as “working out”.

All in all, a very good day at our house.

In just one week…

In just one week, this week will be over.  Obvious isn’t it.  And oddly comforting as I face a week in a workplace filled with severe mood swings and roller coaster demands and criticisms.  Just how often I’ll be able to write something speakable in my journal remains to be seen.  However, a week from Monday I plan on getting back into my own life and out of survival mode!  In just one week, this week will be over.

A quiet day here, lovely!  Attila is keeping the house warm and toasty, despite the -17C temperature at night.  The bedrooms are cool and extremely comfortable for sleeping under the eiderdown.

Mist is very contented, sleeping curled in her wicker basket beside the masonry heater.  Occasionally she wanders over to sit in my lap, or Attila’s lap.  Then over to her food bowl for a little snack before she returns to the hard work of napping in her basket.

Attila prepared a pork rib roast for dinner, with roast potatoes, carrots, onions and squash.  Delicious!  My cooking effort of the day went into making dough for three pizza’s; the dough is prepared in my Bosch mixer, left to rise, punched down and formed onto three pizza pans, partially prebaked and then frozen for instant pizza’s later in the week.  A little pick me up for me in time of need!

The Kobo is in constant use!  I putter, cook, perform tasks on the computer and take little breaks throughout the day, to sit with my good book.  Works for me.  It will also help this week to be engrossed in a good book; it will distract me from the challenges I face at work and help me avoid obsessing about things I cannot change in the short term.

I have recently opened up the comment function of this journal.  I think that now comments can be made without logging in or registering; although I could be wrong, not having tried it out.

Worldly Distractions

Weather

-12 °C
Condition: Clear
Pressure: 102.6 kPa
Visibility: 16 km
Temperature: -12.0°C
Dewpoint: -13.6°C
Humidity: 88 %
Wind: WNW 9 km/h
Wind Chill: -17

Quote

“Live always in the best company when you read.”
Sydney Smith
1771 – 1845

Decorative Totem

Next week I am scheduled to work with the “negative coworker”, every morning for five days running.  I thought I was doing very well, putting all thoughts of the impending experience aside.  However, my body has quietly and firmly informed me that this is a foolish and ineffective tactic.  My stomach pain has been building over the last few days; a gut feeling if there ever was one.  Yesterday I broke down and started taking the stomach medication my doctor prescribed for me, to be used when needed.  It is now needed.  I’ll continue with the medication for the next week and continue into the following week, when relief from negativity will do its magic and my stomach will stop sending out the alarm.

Everything in my being shouts “get out” when it comes to dealing with this workplace situation. And I am listening to the call. Universe, if you do tend towards balance, there is a little issue over in this corner that needs some attention! I am doing everything I can think of to assist you Universe.

One of the positive things I picked up, during my December attendance at a program for older wanna-be workers, was an extended vision of volunteer work.  I’ve been running web sites for over ten years.  Some of them are actually commercial entities, others are pipe dream experiments.  They actually serve their purposes well.  The unfortunate thing is, their purpose was never primarily to make money.  Of course, I’d hoped they would make money.  Of course they did/do not.  The new concept, at least new to me, is that these projects could be viewed as volunteer work.

Often people have asked me, why don’t you do volunteer work if you can’t find work.  The short answer is that I NEED to earn an income.  Expanding on that, many of the volunteer opportunities where I live involve a considerable investment in a CAR, FUEL and other various tangible expenses.  I need to earn money, not give it away.  I have to admit that when someone suggests volunteer work to me, I automatically regard them as extremely myopic.

However, with this new concept I can now state emphatically that volunteer work fills my days!  Since my projects are a source of great interest and satisfaction for me, I will be able to project bright enthusiasm.  This will allow me to avoid exploring meaningful communication with those who prefer psychic nearsightedness.

Since I am tragically forthright, it is a lot of work trying to communicate with people who want to live in a panacean state.  What I need is a single phrase of appeasement and dismissal, triggered by an automatic “bullshit-o-meter” hung about my neck as a decorative totem.

Meanwhile, back in the real world…

Yesterday, for the evening meal, I fried fish in olive oil, with chopped garlic.  Attila prepared some rice and green peas, in the microwave oven, to accompany the fish.  I had my doubts about the fish.  Usually I pan fry fresh fish, that is, fresh Canadian fish  However, this was frozen cod from China, and produced a completely different result when pan fried.  It was not pretty, but it was delicious.

Lately I’ve been having trouble finding fish from Canada; everything in the grocery store is from China.  Same thing with garlic.  I HATE having to buy food from China.  Attila and I really will have to take up fishing recreationally, out of necessity to obtain fresh Canadian fish.  Attila has also decided that we are going to grow garlic, tomatoes and squash at the little house this summer. There is adequate sunlight there, and the soil is excellent.  Our country house is in the forest, not good for gardening of any kind, so we are really looking forward to having a viable garden.

Talking about food, it is snack time!  Today it will be a handful of roasted almonds and a vegetable/fruit juice spritzer.

Worldly Distractions

Weather

-10 °C
Condition: Cloudy
Pressure: 100.0 kPa
Visibility: 16 km
Temperature: -10.0°C
Dewpoint: -12.4°C
Humidity: 83 %
Wind: E 8 km/h
Wind Chill: -14

Quote

“The mind can assert anything and pretend it has proved it. My beliefs I test on my body, on my intuitional consciousness, and when I get a response there, then I accept.”
D. H. Lawrence
1885 – 1930