Mad English girl Down Under

 To carry on from the last post, where I vowed to never interview again.... looks like that was just a wishful dream. The person we interviewed first, the one that answered impeccability, who on her first day turned up looking like Wozel Gummidge, the one who was able to get online, get a swipe card, access all online training and get a login for the medical records.... I hastened to add that in my history of working this has NEVER happened, she let me know on day 2 that "I don't think I can work here" I cocked my head to the side like a dog and pondered over that statement for a second maybe 2 and then "you what" "oh yes, I just don't think I can work full time at my other job and here at the weekend" Oh you think do you. "Did you not think to have a conversation with me prior to starting and during all the time we've been communicating??? "No i just thought I could do it, but I can work this weekend if you like" oh conveniently...

For the 6th consecutive month I am interviewing again, 😔 and I found out on Friday I will be interviewing in April as well, sigh (more on that later - but remember the 7.01am sick caller.... hold on to that!) Now I used to love interviewing I used to love the thought of giving someone a chance and loved the thought of my team growing. Now I'm deflated, broken and down trodden, because I constantly think will you be a Muppet are you going to cause me grief will you actually do your job. One of the successful candidates I recruited in October who at the time of interview had NO pre booked holiday and no desire to find alternative work, started, and on day one, oh my goodness forgot that he had a 3 week holiday booked in 3 weeks. Oh and then also forgot to tell me that he's actually got another job at a different hospital. He lasted a month, minus 3 weeks holiday. Double sigh.  The guy before him, also forgot to mention he had a child in another country and booked time off to go ...

It's been so long since I've sat down and blogged, I forget how much I love it and miss it, so what better way than to get back in the swing of it with telling you about my Bangkok holiday. 😲😲,  On a side note the few years I've haven't written we have - Moved States, we now live in Sunny Queensland where we have 2 seasons hot and frikken hot, I have my desperately always wanted and very spoilt Bulldog, more about him later, we still have Boomer and to say he shows his disapproval daily at us gifting him Teddy is an understatement. (sorry not sorry), I have another new job although still in the same one since moving here (almost a record) I am still very much having disasters and funny moments so sit back, get comfy and enjoy the story. We've just had a week in Bangkok, it was great, we flew out business class, no expense spared!  Look proper glasses no less, and we had proper cutlery. Fancy! We didn't get the lie down beds, we were Jetstar after all, but we d...

  I love a good sleep like the next person, who doesn't, what I don't like is having little to no sleep on account of my brain not switching off for work. My 2.33 (yes its that exact, used to be 3.33 but why wait till 3.33 when you can be awake at 2.33, oh and it's AM as if you needed to be told!) anyway, my 2.33 brain is so proactive I have positive conversations with my team (just the ones that need it, you know - why wasn't this done, how much longer do you think this will take as I've already asked you 12 hundred times in the last month, what do you think you need to do, ARE YOU EVEN AN ADULT?? My official time to start is 7am but why wait until then hey, I like to start my glorious day of work at 6.30am, I convince myself it's so I can have some down time before everyone gets in, but that never happens.  7am is the allocated time for everyone to start ringing in with their ailments and excuses, I mean to tell me they're sick. Sadly I pretty much know ev...

Apologies, just saw that I never posted this from 2018 😕😲 Where was I in the last story... ah yes the first night of  New York. We stayed there for 5 days and did as much as can, including walking around 100 miles a day. At one stage I thought my fitness band was going to blow up, the step counter was going berserk. We all had blisters on blisters on blisters, but we kept going (and with no whinging, get us hey ;o) We saw the Natural History Museum (got to see Dumb Dumb, and no I don't mean Super's husband, I mean Dumb Dumb from Night at the museum) getting to the museum was interesting. Romantically and what is believed on Facebook, we cycled there singing songs and laughing and joking while in a haze of butterflies and dragonflies. In reality, due to Sean wanting to save money we hired city bikes, yeh great. Yes they were great don't get me wrong. But they had a fatal flaw. You could only hire them for 30 minutes at a time. So around the 20 minute mark of central park ...

Flicking through keep notes on my phone and I just came across this blog, not sure why I didn't finish it, maybe by some small rare chance I slept (yeh I doubt that too) anyway it's just a short funny little snippet from out fight back to the UK in 2023) Enjoy, but don't get comfy, you'll have it read in 5 minutes xoxo  Sean just had the audacity to say "you seem highly strung" I'm not sure what gave him that idea, the fact I've only had 3 seconds sleep, the fact I worked out before our 24 hr flight back to the UK, the fact I've drunk 4 glasses of bubbles, 1 vodka & diet coke (all important diet not full fat coke) plus 1 miniature bottle of wine, and in between I have had a 10 minute nap where he proceeded to tell me I looked like this (cue someone mouth wide open asleep looking gormless, that's a word that needs to be used more often) or that I've verbally attacked the guy behind me, look attack is strong I merely asked him to STOP KIC...