I filled out forms on various employment agent sites, indicating on each form that I wanted part time work and, ideally, remote, so that I could stay at home and avoid commuting. I have been bombarded with available positions, but they clearly did not pay attention to the words ‘part time’ nor ‘remote’. A few did look promising, at least open to negotiation, and for those I completed the application papers and sent them off with a copy of my CV. Age is a factor, obviously; there is some basic training required for any new hire, and employers are reluctant to spend the time and the money on someone who may last a couple of years as compared to a younger person who may stay 10 years or more.
While all this was going on, I was contacted by an ex-employee, who completed her required formation at our city office in 2009 or thereabouts. Since then she has been working for an accountant in our village, and they need help. The part time is acceptable, and some remote maybe, but the commute is short. The salary offered is much lower, in fact it’s what I was making 40 years ago. It also involves my pet aversion: income tax. I have an interview next week with her boss. We shall see.
In the meantime, Covid has infected the family. Both my grandsons (my daughter’s boys) and their SO’s have the virus. Fortunately I haven’t seen them for the past 3 weeks, and they are quarantined now, so I should still be safe for the moment. The friend where I dropped off the food package a couple of weeks ago is also in quarantine for the same reason.
My son, Little Flea’s daddy, was to have his biopsy on February 2nd, but when he arrived his surgeon was at the Emergency, so all was delayed until March 9th. They did tell him that his kidney will be removed first, the tumor is large, and the liver would be treated later; we’re not sure if the chemo will happen in between the 2 procedures or just after it’s all done. With the hospitals so busy with Covid, it’s a touch and go schedule. And I have just learned that one of my sisters is in the ICU with blood clots on her lungs and now around her heart. I guess this is our turn to get hit, and we’ll need to stand up and deal with it. Our family has had many years of blessings, so slightly unprepared, but when the going gets tough, the tough get going, right?
The NHL has finished its break, and the TV has been turned back on. My team has a new coach (finally!) and last night they actually played some decent hockey! And that’s all it takes to make me SMILE.
Sending out your share; it’s meant to brighten you day a little!
LUV FROM THE BUSH IN QUEBEC
Tales from the Bush in Quebec 