A Great Day at Work!

Today was the most pleasant day I've had in my job... or any job I've had for a while come to think of it!

 A dozen workers from the EE phone company came to the community centre where I work to volunteer in the gardens and grounds surrounding the building. They worked with some of the learning-disabled people we serve who also provided them with their buffet lunch. We cleared a whole load of stuff into a mound that we'll burn soon and the bee hives have been freed from their jungle (the bees were trapped in their hives for the day and weren't too pleased by the time they were released!) and it was just a lot of fun.

 Straight after the gardening volunteers left, we opened the doors to an event organised
by the council's housing 'ALMO'. I had been worried that nobody would come, but it was
the usual fayre of face-painting, balloon-modelling, children's crafts and free nosh so over 100 people turned up. An added activity was finally being able to organise bread-making workshops with the Artistan Baking Community. I've been trying to get something sorted with them since about May and it was great to see how many people really got into it. They have organised their workshops so that participants are able to take home a baked loaf in 2 hours. The event was originally to have coincided with the final of The Great British Bake off, which was to have been projected onto a screen for them, but they got the dates wrong!

 After that event, some women came in to play bingo and my lodger led a group in the 'Data Day Computing Club'. It was a long day, but it felt great.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Bon Voyage, Mon Enfant!

Image
It's hard dealing with the lack of communication let alone discussion of my Godson's immediate future. Its hard not to view my part in his recent past as a failure. The point is that it is over and I need to move on whilst there is still some relationship left between us. I'm getting quite 'Zen' in covering my frustrations with calm.  My Godson has always been unwaveringly CERTAIN of any decision concerning his learning that was opposed to mine. He was SURE that the scant attention he gave to his studies would at least yield passes. He dismissed my protestations that higher grades offered greater prospects as irrelevant. In exasperation I finally  reminded him and his father that he was here to go to school and that when that ended he would leave my home. His school career recently ended when he did not secure the grades to enrol into the final year.  My Godson is and always has been capable of cruising through a standard UK education, but it wasn't impo
Read more

Waiting!

Image
I love working with other people and I absolutely hate it too! I love it when I get people together who agree to do stuff but I get twitchy when they're late and I remember that everyone's doing everything "at risk" unless I'm fortunate-enough to have cash with which to bribe them! Yesterday I completed my proposal for our new proposed Main Project- I'm really pleased with it and very excited to submit it, but it would be a mistake not to share it with my colleagues- they're a great bunch when I can get their attention! I have always to remember that they're not as committed to the company as I am: they joined as a favour to me initially and though they've all benefited from it at some time in the last five years... except Wayne who we all forgot was on the Board -including him lol I can't expect anything from them really. So, I get into waiting for responses and starting other things and forgetting that I'm waiting (I'd get annoyed
Read more

Gyre

Image
From time to time I notice the patterns I make in my life; the recurring themes, the 'deja vu and 'Oh, not again!' moments... I don't spend much time on self-reflective introspection out of a combination of embarrassment and fear. It hasn't stopped me unloading onto one or two toking-buddies on a regular basis, but I try not to be one of those who becomes so intimate with their own navels that they're end up being dull or even toxic. The fear is also about having to focus on the things in plain sight that I choose not to see or wrongly ascribe to factors out of my control. When I was a (sole black) first year drama student at university I was ever-so-gently cornered by all three of the lecturers and asked what I thought about playing Othello. I was surprised enough to think it was a joke and quipped that I couldn't play Othello (I was 18 and seven or eight weeks into a degree course) and that they were only asking me to save on make up (or something li
Read more