Day by day
I would have said this was a great day, but I ended up having a minor kitchen catastrophe. Oh well. At least it was something new and different.
Typically I am a compent person in the kitchen, but I guess my concentration must have lapsed as I was looking at the newspaper headlines.
I burned my fingers this morning while preparing breakfast. I got used to multi-tasking. Getting the strawberry jam from the fridge and making coffee. I forgot to wear pan handles when I reached for the kettle. At 60++, I’m still reckless and clumsy. Too reckless to have had four husbands in 30 years and too clumsy to see that temporary jobs really do mean you have to brace yourself when you get axed.
There is nothing swimming in my mind right now, but two things. How will I pay the rent and when can I get a job all over again? Think the last one I had was my last straw? I’m qualified for mostly all consultancy jobs. Yet the problem on hand is that the available ones are not in my specializations, and there’s the age issue.
I haven’t gone to church for the past week. It will not come as a surprise if I get a visit from our chaplain. He might think I stopped breathing while trying to tie my shoelaces. I don’t want to pray for the meantime. Why do other people’s prayers get answered when all they do in their office is file their nails, chew on their bubblegums and loiter around the water station, when here I am packed with wisdom, experience and skills?
I am thinking of running an ad in the classifieds that would say “60 year old woman in need of a high paying job.” Do you think I’m reaching for the stars?
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