I don’t know where last week has gone, but it seems like months since I sat down at the computer. It’s been a bit full on in different ways, some stressful, some fun and most of it just tiring.
Where shall I start? How about the fun. I spent a wonderful evening on Tuesday in the company of my good friends. Five of us met up for a meal, cuddle and damn good laugh to celebrate a Birthday.
It’s so refreshing to be with people where you can say literally anything and feel comfortable with it. And that’s why I usually feel very relaxed after meeting up with them. No strained conversations, no wondering if I’ve stepped over the mark. Just good conversation, fun and putting the world to rights.
I must admit I was a little tired on the Wednesday at work. And I did think the tiredness had affected my ears when my manager, a woman, passed wind in front of me, out loud. There were four of us including our manager standing together and I did feel like shouting it wasn’t me while doing the secret finger pointing at her back.
Maybe it’s one of her tactics to do it near others, so no one really knows the truth. Hmmm . . . . good idea. Better than my going into the filing room, because you can be followed in and there’s no way of passing the buck, if you know what I mean.
Thursday bought with it some of the stress I mentioned. We had an appointment with the bank and despite being told that we could remortgage in order to sort a few things out, when we actually spoke to the mortgage department they said no. Apparently for personal loans, temping work can be taken into account as an income, but if it’s a mortgage it doesn’t.
The woman on the phone in the mortgage centre said the contract could come to an end at any point. But in this day and age there is no job security for anyone, so to me it’s a bit of a Dickensian attitude. Never mind, we were no worse off than when we walked in. It seemed like a good idea and because the woman in the bank had said we had enough income to remortgage, the outcome was a little disappointing.
It’s another case of call centre mentality, when one part of the business doesn’t know how the other part works.
Also, Thursday night, we met up with a potential new Accountant. He sounded nice enough on the phone and we had been told he was affable. We duly went round to his house and met his wife, who was lovely and with whom I chatted to quite easily. The woman needs a medal as she childminds for 20 children! Not all at once, obviously, but goodness how organised do you have to be to do that? I have trouble with three.
Anyway the first thing that struck me was how he reminded me of John Travolta. It was probably the black hair, 
white suit and disco ball in his hall!
Okay I am joking but not about the reminding me of John Travolta which my husband also agreed with. Anyway we found out about each others backgrounds and at the end of the evening we asked him if he wanted to think about taking us on as clients and he readily agreed to looking after us for the next year to see how it goes.
When he asked us if we wanted him to be his accountant, my husband and I looked at each other, stood up and sang "You’re the one that we want, you are the one for ooh ooh ooh sonny".
Sorry, couldn’t resist that one. :-) So that was one stress crossed off my list apart from having to actually sort last years accounts out now!
Part 2 later . . . . .