Ou Est Le Swimming Pool

Well, it's chops and changes a plenty in the world of Constanze. You know I mentioned that storm that was brewing at work?... It brewed. And I am now redundant! Storm makes it sounds really horrible and dramatic though, basically my company needed to downsize as it wasn't doing very well and as I was the last in, I was the first out. Like a philatelic revolving door. OH HI OH BYE.

I must admit I've been having a strange rollercoaster of emotions since it happened. On Monday (the day is happened) I was really happy about it as the company has been having some problems for a while and I didn't feel like I was progressing much, then I had a massive dip yesterday and felt like toilet roll and was having a big stress that I won't find another job in stamps because it's such a small industry and I look like an explosion at a Dulux factory. But today it's back to normal, back to me, back to the castle of Constanze. I am excited and optimistic about the future, especially now I know my silly little (not really little, I'm taller than average so it's all lies) body can actually do stuff and almost keep up with the able bodied sorts. Bangin'.

The best thing right now though is that I am having a rest. I'm getting as much sleep as I need and my legs are so happy. I've not had time on my hands for well over a year... I was so wrapped up in my job and my stupidly long commute and the rushing off to Derbyshire every weekend to look after my gran that I kind of forgot about everything else. Hobbies? What are they? That's not to say I'm enjoying being an unemployed layabout, if I don't get a job in the next week or two then I think I might go mental, HOW THE HELL DO PEOPLE DO NOTHING??? I'm clawing the walls a bit. I just want to look at a stamp. And it's not even as if I can live up to my brought-up-on-a-council-estate reputation and get pregnant and get a free council house as my entire reproductive system is so full of radiation that it's a challenge to Fukushima. I can't stand babies anyway. Why would anyone want a baby when you can have a stamp?

So yeah, I'm free. I have no ties to anywhere, no anything. I'm aiming to stay in philately (it is my life blood after all) but that's not to say I wouldn't be tempted by some illustrious career elsewhere. As always I'm going to rely on my kooky sense of insanity and chilled out nature to attract all of the offers. Ahem. AND MY NEW MOTHERFUCKING UMBRELLA. It's a full one with a wooden handle that I can use like a walking stick and it's blue and has a giant bear on it that says HAPPY FOR BEAR and then for some unknown reason the National Trust logo. I don't understand. I feel like there's a pun or a joke that I'm not getting. Any guesses?

But right now I am having a synthesiser rave. PARTY.

Constanze the Great :) xXxXx

P.s Maybe I am unlucky after all. Tried to do a degree, got cancer, tried to have a job, got made redundant. Or maybe I am lucky and the world is trying to tell my to stop putting off hoovering my carpet. Have I told you about my new hoover? It's amazing. Not amazing enough to make me want to do housework though. I love having my own flat. I can be the messiest motherfucker in the universe and no motherfucker can tell me off ever. Bitchez.

P.p.s Another post with very little cancer related talk. Erm. I sort of have cancer. But not really.

P.p.p.s I just dance the way I feel.

P.p.p.p.s Because I'm such a rebel I decided to extend my one night holiday this weekend. So I am off from Saturday to Sunday. Warsaw-Katowice-Ostrava-Brno. Aww yissss.