Since my depression set in, I haven’t cooked much, but today, I had the urge to bake a cake. Today, I baked one. Not exactly from scratch, it was a packet affair with some dried fruit soaked in lemon tea added to the mix. Lord knows what it tastes like, but I suspect it will be better than a shop-bought cake.
During the last couple of days, I also noted another affectation I get from my folks. When asked to do something at home, and the phrase “but you don’t need to do it now” doesn’t mean what you’d expect, it means the request must be completed immediately, while the requester moans that “you didn’t need to do it now”. If, however, you don’t react immediately, even more moaning takes place.
Can you take a look at my computer, its not working, but you don’t need to do it now
My father
I was talking with a mate last night about starting to apply for jobs and realised that I need to act cautiously with the companies I apply to. I’m good at what I do, and I hope I will be able to find a new role, but I must carefully choose the right company. I cannot go back into a role through desperation and end up working for a backward company again.
The last company I worked for had offices and, in some cases, attitudes that would fit perfectly in the 1970s. The office itself didn’t appear to have been refitted since 1970; at first, it was OK, but after 6 months in a miserable old-fashioned office, it began to add to my depression. A lack of pride in the working environment translates into a lack of pride in the product. So, caution is going to be essential when finding my new role.
Now that I am recovering at home with the folks, I am seeing things more clearly, including the last 10 years of my life.
Until next time, my saucy little basket cases.
UPDATE
The cake turned out really well, with a tad too much fruit in it, but that’s not always a bad thing.
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