Single Mums

So as I’ve mentioned off and on throughout this blog I work. While in reality I’m only employed on a casual basis, some weeks I work more than a full time job, while others I get considerably less; thankfully since taking on this job I’ve yet to fall below the threshold that centrelink sets which means if I work less than x amount of hours per week/fortnight I have to get another job. That’s a royal pain in the butt, ’specially when I can’t stockpile those hours eg work 30 this week and still be covered if I only do 10hours next week etc.

I really enjoy this job, I’ve only been working there for about 6 months now, but after nearly 9 years at my old workplace this new job is so completely different and wonderful.

Of course having said that, there is one person who I now work with, who while really nice, has a bit of a passive aggressive thing with me going(it’s funny really cause I’m such a laid back type of person and not much ever really bothers me) We both started at the same time, to do the same job; but in that time I’ve picked up extra work in other areas as well as covering for other things when people are away, along with learning a bit of this and a bit of that so I can help out when/if needed. She hasn’t. For the most part I think a lot of this could be due to the fact that I make sure that if the work that needs to be done is done, or I hang around to finish it and if/when they offer extra hours I say yes - where she has occasionally said no. Anyway as I mentioned she’s not a bad person at all, but she’s prone to add the odd digg at me (when in earshot of one of the managers etc) or to “jokingly” point out that I haven’t done this or couldn’t find that etc. It’s weird in that passive/aggressive way and not something I’ve ever dealt with before so for the time being I continue to ignore it.

I know I won’t stop taking the extra hours when offered - I need all the money I can get, and thankfully the kids are old enough to understand - and they even occasionally help out around the house of course they could help a lot more - particularly those weekends where I start work at 6 on a Saturday and don’t get home till late - there’s nothing worse than coming home to a house that looks like it’s been hit by a bomb. But having said that, my daughter has offered to make tea tonigh so I’ll be sitting down to a nice stir-fry a bit later.

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Well it’s the first day, and therefore the first post for the NaBloPoMo. And as a quick head’s up I’ll let you know now that this post may be a bit of a ramble. My brain really isn’t with it at the moment so I’m pretty much gonna just type and see what comes out.

In fact the reason for my brain being in melt down is a good enough idea to post about so that’s what this will be about.

It’s just gone 5pm Saturday arvo here (South Australia) and I’ve been up since 5 am this morning, while that’s not a totally new thing - to get up that early, I do it a couple of times a fortnight for work, the problem is that I didn’t get a whole lot of sleep last night. And that’s where the problem starts. With a possum or maybe more than one (which also isn’t a totally new thing, possums that is)

Knowing I had to get up early for work this morning, I went to bed pretty early last night and fell to sleep pretty quickly, only to be woken up an hour or two later by the most God-awful noise. And as many probably know, being woken from a sound sleep to a shrieking sound is not pleasant, it makes your heart feel like it’s going to pound out of your chest. Then of course you have to lay there, still as a statue, holding your breath and trying not to make a sound, as you try and figure out what the hell it was that woke you up. At this point while I was laying there, I could hear what could only be described as heavy breathing so my eyes open a fraction and I try to look in all directions at once (Without moving my head) in case there’s actually someone in the room with me. Being half asleep and scared out of my wits I admit to it taking awhile for me to figure out what it was - a damn possum. Yes I have possums that live in my roof. In fact at certain times I’m fairly sure my house is possum party central.

For those of you who have had any experience with possums you’ll know they make the most horrible of noise. If they’re growling (well I assume it’s growling) they really sound like someone heavy breathing - picture any horror movie and the sound the bad guy/monster makes as he’s sneaking up behind you after you’ve led him on a merry chase - that breathing thing - well I’m pretty sure they got that from possums. Then they screech. That’s probably close to a cat fight screech - only 10 times louder.

So anyway, I’ve finally figured out what the noise is - but then there’s absolutely nothing I can do about it - except try to sleep inbetween all the noise it decided to make. Suffice to say I probably only got a few real hours of sleep last night.

As I said - if this is making any sense at all - I’ve dealt with the possums before and I can handle the odd early morning start for work - it’s just when I combine the two that the trouble starts. The thing is, is that I’m not sure how to actually get rid of the possums. They are a protected species. They’re territorial so even if I somehow captured one I’d only have to release it in the same spot (outside my house) which means they’re just gonna go straight back to the roof. They’re driving me and the kids nuts - not to mention the fact that when they do actually get inside the roof and down in the walls they’ve scratched holes in the wall. So if anyone has any tips on how to stop them from partying at my place I’ll gladly listen Or perhaps I could just give up my day job so I can sleep all day and then be up all night  to party with the possums .

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