An Easter Post

Easter - a time for rest, a time for reflection, a time for eating ridiculous amounts of chocolate. But for me, only the last of those activities is carried out as I regularly undertake a work-a-thon over the Easter weekend. This year it was even more important to me, considering that I am still in the hunt of a full time job; the interview I mentioned on a previous post went well, but ultimately unsuccessful. I am still pumping out application after application, and now I have arranged an assessment session with CardiffWorks, the council's 'temping agency'. So hopefully things are on the up in the employment front.

But back to Easter, and I decided to work Easter Sunday and Easter Monday this year. Good Friday was fully booked staff wise, so I bummed around and waited to go out with Jen on a night out scheduled by Nathan. It was full of good pub food (although Jen was convinced her chicken meal made her sick, and notably took its toll on her over the whole weekend, poor princess!), a good old natter and Lithuanian beer. On Easter Sunday the store was closed, so the 8 of us who decided to work (and get paid, instead of having it off as one of our holiday days or having it unpaid) were given cleaning duties. Namely, buffering the stockroom floors - all day. Therefore the glory of Christ's ascension was not the only thing was rising for me on this most holy of days (take that as sexual innuendo if you must), but I was also worshipping of the ascension of the deeply encrusted dirt which inhabited within the filthy tiled floor. Jen, who also decided to work, was just as unimpressed by the day as I was, as it proved to be a complete waste of time the following day. Already our hard work seemed to be fading away, becoming blackened with the dirt of the day. It was okay though, as the Steed Unit was in on Easter Monday and his diligence and hard work re-energised me and made the day go that little bit quicker.

I hate bank holidays. Yeah they pay well, but they just throw my week. Before I know it after a bank holiday weekend, my week is cut short and already I'm sorting out the QVR team for Tuesday. We suffered a dreadful defeat also last night, which may have cost us promotion into Division Three. In a quick nutshell, with all that and a glimpse of the new Doctor Who (hmm still undecided) that was my Easter 2007.