Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of my life. I know it’s a cliche but it´s true. I cannot act the role of philanthropist for the rest of my life. Onda Cero were most fair in their redundancy package but I have spent the last nine months searching for a Holy Grail that doesn’t exist. I really doubt if we will see another Onda Cero. It was a special time and a special place and I feel very priviliged to have been part of that era.
November came as an almighty jolt to the system. I wasn´t too sure what was to be done and I have had a steep learning curve to accommodate. Along the way I have met the good, the very good, the bad and the ugly in various forms. I have worked diligently and not been paid for my labours. I have two outstanding bills that will probably never be paid to me but I have kept my integrity and I have also been given several really fine opportunities to progress my journey through life. One leg of the journey begins tomorrow.
I have met smiling assassins and erstwhile acquaintances and I have also had the most wonderful bunch of loyal friends who have kept me company via telephone calls, personal visits and e/mails. I have also had definitive proof that there are those who would sell their souls to the devil to get what they want in life. I will never do that and my true friends know me well enough to see through the blarney of others. Money is at the root of most evil and I hope one day we will all see through it.
The recession has been caused by greed. It has been furthered by those in high office who couldn´t give a monkeys about the rest of society and the democratic process has been seen to give office to those who want to steal from those who voted them into their lucrative jobs. Life´s like this. We just have to get on with it.
Please don´t misunderstand me. I have plenty of friends who are extremely wealthy. The friends I keep are the friends who have earned their money or earned the right for us to respect what they have. I have, as we probably all will have done, worked for people who love to make you grovel for what is rightfully yours. The paymaster who wants to make you wait at the end of the gig until he is ready to put his hand in the till. Even whan it has been painful my reaction will always have been to never want to work for that man again.
There is something about a good boss. The boss who thanks you for the work you have done. The boss who offers a token of gratitude. The boss who acknowledges the work that has been done in a good reference or quiet word of recognition.
The recession tends to sort this kind of situation out. Those who offer a good service to the customer and ensure their staff feel wanted and rewarded will stay in business. It´s a pity Parliament doesn´t work this way. The furore has died down. The anger we felt has subsided. The perks will be sneaked back into the system. The MPs have already sneaked a few crafty expenses back into the system. The bankers are still tugging at the bonuses they never should have been given in the first place. The football clubs are still being run on credit. We are still being taken for mugs and we will continue to do so.
Let´s look at the weather.
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We visited Guadalest last Friday and it is a beautiful place when the sun is shining. The bit at the top is well worth paying a little extra to see and the graveyard is a rather privileged place to visit where the inhabitants from bygone years rest in peace. There also appears to be a paupers grave nearby which looks a very lonely part of the castle. The views from the top of the castle give an insight of what the Moors and Christians was truly about.
Tomorrow I will be embarking on a very different course of action for most of my working day. It will involve long hours of planning and preparation and a return to learning. It will not be easy and my wife, Anne, will testify that I am not known best for taking the easiest route. I just hope that those who followed my journey will acknowledge that I tried my best but without great personal resources the task became a little too onerous.
Word of the Day
Vagar bah-garr’ (Intransitive verb)
to wander, to roam; to loiter
Estaba vagando porcuando encontré una catarata bella. – He was roaming through the forest when he found a beautiful watefall.
Vagamos por el centro toda la noche. – We wandered around downtown all night.
For more information and examples, visit the SpanishDict.com entry for Vagar.
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Thanks to Chris Wheeler for this offering…….
The 10 Best Caddy Comments
Golfer: “I think I’m going to drown myself in the lake.”
Caddy: “Think you can keep your head down that long?”
Golfer: “I’d move heaven and earth to break 100 on this course.”
Caddy: “Try heaven, you’ve already moved most of the earth.”
Golfer: “Do you think my game is improving?”
Caddy: “Yes sir, you miss the ball much closer now.”
Golfer: “Do you think I can get there with a 5 iron?”
Golfer: “You’ve got to be the worst caddy in the world.”
Caddy: “I don’t think so sir. That would be too much of a coincidence.”
Golfer: “Please stop checking your watch all the time. It’s too much of a distraction.”
Caddy: “It’s not a watch — it’s a compass.”
Golfer: “How do you like my game?”
Caddy: “Very good, sir, but personally, I prefer golf.”
Golfer: “Do you think it’s a sin to play on Sunday?”
Caddy: “The way you play, sir, it’s a sin on any day.”
Golfer: “This is the worst course I’ve ever played on.”
Caddy: “This isn’t the golf course. We left that an hour ago.”
… And the No.1 best caddy comment:
Golfer: “That can’t be my ball, it’s too old.”
Caddy: “It’s been a long time since we teed off, sir.”.