Who me, evil mind controller?

Yes, that title is full of sarcasm, before anyone starts panicking or anything, though I did wonder last night, but besides all that…

Yesterday was my first day back at work after my holiday (I know, one day back, then a day off, but its just the way it plans out), and all went fine. Pleasant enough, not too crazy day at work, with a finish at my standard time, 7 in the evening. Oh fine, I got teased gently for using my flirting skills on a client to placate him, but if you heard the difference in his tone from when he called, to when I finished the call, yes, it works! Not that I’m ever going to meet any of them, so it really doesnt matter, and I doubt he saw me as a 59 year old spinster type down the line anyway!

Well, I walk down to the bus station, and head up to the bay where the bus to Huddersfield goes from, and I could see through the window that my favorite seat was taken. Its the last row of the main front facing seats on the bus, and they’re raised above the rest, so you get a better view. Worse, I looked across, and the one opposite, behind the driver was also taken. Fine, then I got on the bus, and I forgave one of them at least.

No, I dont know why I have a crush on her, she is exceedingly slim, and I prefer my women to have a bit of curve to them. She doesnt make up for it with stunning looks, though she’s certainly not hard on the eyes, all the same. She’s cute though, just saying. Yes, not that much younger than me (40’s, probably?), but sadly, I’m pretty sure she’s got a wedding ring, but that doesnt stop me crushing, at least.

So fine, I was not going upstairs, and missing out on her, even though there were limited seats available downstairs. No, I didnt go and sit next to her, though fine, it might have been tempting. Instead I sat in the middle of the long seat at the back of the bus, but fine, I cant see her face from there. There were 2 people sat in seats where I could have done, so secretly I willed them to get off the bus, and let me change seats. One woman took no notice of me (actually got off at same stop in Huddersfield), but after a few stops, the guy in the seat opposite her got up, and got off the bus! Yes, I changed seats pretty quickly! Sadly, all too soon, the bus got to Bailiff Bridge, and the crush of my life got off the bus, but I knew that was going to happen!

But fine, I hope the only reason that guy got off the bus was because it was his stop, and not because some wicked woman controlled his mind to do so! I know, cant be done, but I was so surprised when he got off so quickly, that…I hope neither he, or she actually read this, lol!

The video. Well, in truth, until I did a search on You Tube, I had no idea there was a live version of this, but lo and behold, with a title apt for that cute blonde…

Advertisements

Falling head over heels, but not in love!

Yes, I’d love a full body cybernetic upgrade, but in truth, at present, a leg, or knee replacement of that kind would be more urgently needed, like at present. Seriously, I’ve recovered a bit by now, but the right knee is still an ugly mess, if at least I can flex it now.

Thursday night, not unusually of late, the bus home from Bradford to Huddersfield was running late. There seems to be no consistency on this, you’ll go about a week and a half (current streak) when you never get the bus it would be nice to get (though almost impossible to do in theory), but not only that, I cant even get the one that I have 6 minutes allowance to get. Then at some point in the near future, the theory will flip, and I’ll be getting the early bus again. Been a few occasions of late where getting the bus I should get with 12 minutes to spare hasnt been possible! But anyway, Thursday…

Yes, it was late, and I assumed I’d missed the 8.56 bus (6 minute allowance) one, because it was already 8.58! Wrong, so I set off at as much of a run as I can do at my age, in a valiant attempt to catch it. What I didnt notice in my rush to get it, was four drunk men, not stylishly dressed, standing outside a bus shelter en route to the one I was aiming for.

Anyway. as I was approaching, I heard one of them say, “Look at the lady running for the bus.” but thought no more about it. Well, not until I actually passed them (I’d moved out on the pavement to avoid them), and saw one of them move towards me, and in mid step, felt my ankle tapped, and I went flying, yes, head over heels. No, it wasnt really, just went down face first, but…My hands were fine, pretty well protected by my thermal gloves, but my precious knees…My less damaged left knee took a thump, but not too serious. Unfortunately, my badly damaged right knee took most of the weight of the fall.

Thankfully, my knee didnt take the obvious opportunity to explode into a mess of bones. It hurt like hell when I got up, and I knew it was cut, but…the bus driver was actually waiting for me! And yes, I could walk, just about, so…I got the bus, walked home of sorts, and got my knee patched up. I went to work Friday, despite the pain, and the stiffness, but anyway, by mutual agreement, I passed on Saturday!

Now, thankfully, a lot of the pain is gone. Not all of it, but most. The knee still looks pretty horrid, but the miracle is, its still in one piece, and seemingly I dont have to bring forward my knee replacement op plans, as I feared.

But yes, if anyone wants to cybernetically upgrade my knee, my leg, or indeed my whole body to robot standards, yes please!

Right, video. What I sort of did on Thursday night. One of those Abba songs that doesnt get the playtime it probably deserves.

Back into the betting industry?

No, dont worry, I’m not going crazy, I’m not going back into betting office work, for the awful money they offer to do that job nowadays. I know the manager (and deputy) get better than minimum wages, but seriously, they arent the place I knew, and I’d have to get a lot more desperate than I am, even now, before I would do that. No, its not a betting call center, either.

You know what they say about seeing job openings, in the strangest places? Well, I guess social media, principally Facebook, is no longer considered as that by many, but to some degree, it still is by me! Anyway, last night, I had an item on my feed, telling me that a contest for tickets for a show, that the local casino was running, had announced the winners. I guessed I wasnt amongst them, as I suspect the winners had already been notified. In fact, they must have done, because it actually closed about a fortnight ago!

Still, all the same, I clicked through, to see the result, and suddenly stopped worrying about that. Why? Because they were looking for staff, thats why! Food and Beverage staff members, (waiters/waitresses, I assume?), and of more interest to me, receptionists! So yes, I’ve applied.

Somehow I suspect they are looking for someone prettier, and far younger than me for those roles, but stranger things have happened. I did ask whether it was worth someone of my more mature years applying, and I was told yes, though I do wonder if some of that was related to fears of an age discrimination case, or something?

First step, a casino in Huddersfield, next stop Vegas? Oh, I wish! Dont worry, I’ll gamble as often as I did while at William Hill, not at all. Far too sensible with my money nowadays, and all that. I know, wont get the job, but while I have hope…?

The video. Well, its the right era for me, and its what you need in a casino. Besides which, its brilliant!

Who wants to watch over me?

No, fine, I’m not expecting any serious offers, but yes, at present, I could do with someone to watch over me. Fine, its not an exciting blog, but I’m not inspired tonight, probably due to the state of my health!

Sometime early least weekend, I ate something that disagreed with me, badly. No, sadly not a solution loaded with nanites, or anything, something far more dull than that. It was actually Saturday evening before I noticed that I was beginning to feel unwell, so decided to get straight, and get to bed early that night, and hope that cured it.

No, it didnt, and in diplomatic terms, shall we just say I was very ill on Saturday night, and leave it to that, and your imagination. A lot of Sunday was spent in bed, trying to recover, trying to take fluid, but not food. Monday was slightly better, and a sandwich seemed to be fine, so I braved some actual dinner that night, not a good idea. Fine, maybe a small portion might have survived, but someone gave me my normal portion, and being daft, I set to eating it, ah well…led to a relapse Monday night, shall we say?

Yesterday, slight improvement, though I risked nothing more substantial than a sandwich, all the same. Yes, lots of fluid too. Yes, I survived. This morning, a bit brighter, though I passed on breakfast, all the same. A sandwich at lunch time, then chanced cheese on toast, and a yogurt tonight, though nothing more. Yes, thankfully all seems fine. I’ve even coped with 2 appointments today, one to sign on, one to get my feet checked over, and survived that too.

Snag is, tomorrow. Yes, I’ve got a job interview. And yes, fine, however much better I’m feeling, I’m not so sure about that. I should be fine, as fine goes, but you’re talking trying to sell myself for a job, and I’m not sure I’m really feeling that strong! Even more so, given its a complex journey to get there, and back too. But no way do I want to cancel, I need the job, and I’m never sure about trying to postpone these things either?

So you know me, I’ll battle through, not perform, not get the job, and be back to square one, but I guess thats the best way to go?

So fine, I need someone to watch over, and care for me, OK? I know, I know… Mind, if anyone from the Huddersfield area reading this, heading to Bradford tomorrow afternoon (interview is at 4), a lift would be so appreciated. Doctor, or nurse outfit, only optional, honest!

Video, big clue in the blog title!

Moving on?

No, unless I’m hopping the ocean, or its a truly amazing opening, I have no real plans to move on from where I currently live in Huddersfield. The snag with that plan at present, is the obvious one, a lack of money! At present, by my estimates of my figures, I have the rent left for about 5 more weeks, and thats it. After that, currently, I have no idea! At which point, I wont even be able to take up transatlantic offers of residence in the US, as I wont have the air fare to get there! I mean, someone could send me the money, but by myself, even that outlet will then be gone.

Yes, its getting to me, and I must admit the thought of saying blow it, and just ending it all is beginning to get tempting. No, I’m not quite at that point yet, but I’m getting fragile, shall we say? So if anyone wants to help out, or provide me with an outlet in the US (passport should arrive end of this week/beginning of next), I’d be very grateful.

But OK, all of that, but the moving option I’m contemplating at the moment is as unlikely financially, but a bit closer to here.

At the beginning of this week (using the look that this is the end of the week, whereas the passport comment uses today as the start of the week), I applied for a job at a building society head office in Bradford. Fine, I rashly assumed it would be the centre of town, but its not, its 3 miles out, and not easy to reach by public transport from here, especially for 8 am starts, and 8 pm finishes! But I only found all this out when I got sent the details for a phone interview, including those ‘lovely’ competency questions! So fine, I thought, I’ll do my usual piece, not go any further, and that problem at least will be gone.

Wrong! The next morning I got a call, telling me that I’d passed the phone test, and they were inviting me to an assessment centre next Saturday, at head office. Thankfully, starting late morning, so getting there might be ‘fun’, but not as impossible, as early starts/late finishes would be. So I’m giving it a go. Two reasons, first, I find out just how bad the journey really is. Secondly, they have an office opening in Huddersfield advertised at present, so if I impress, I’m hoping I can switch to that!

Yes, if I make it, and cant take the Huddersfield option, I could move to Bradford, in theory. In practice, the difference between living alone, and living quietly on my own, with other people in the house, at my age, a big one! The other snag is that if I did find somewhere over there, and go for it, I probably havent got the rent, and deposit I’d need for a place over there. Even more so when I mention this job wouldnt start until 7th of March, so no money in before the end of that month!

Yes, thats why beating my head against a brick wall seems a pleasant option at present! Or just screaming enough, and…no, I’ll try not to go down that road at present, however tempting it seems! So, if anyone out there wants to rescue a poor waif, please feel free to do so!

Fine, the video. Clue in the title, though given its not a popular Abba song, you may not get it

Dont Leave Me This Way

Mind, if you’re going to leave me in a hypnotic trance, I might just be lying there! 😉 No, seriously, I know all the rules of hypnosis, I’m only kidding, though it might be nice, all the same. Though I know of at least one person who plans to turn me into a permanent hypno bot, I should be so lucky! Would be nice, but with all the circumstances, I’ll settle for dreaming about it for now. More practically, there is one other very nice guy, with a lovely surname, but again, he’s in the US, so pardon me for hoping it might come to fruition, without getting over excited just yet.

Fine, Saturday. A brief trek across town by bus, to get to the hypnotherapist. I guess the weirdest think about that, is having to pay bus fares, even if you buy a day pass, I cant remember the last time I did that around here! I suspect 2009, in between jobs, as I would have let the pass expire, especially as I had a 1 week break in the US in that gap between jobs. But otherwise…

Yes, I went under easily, no big surprise there. And no, I dont remember anything sinister, or naughty happening, though some might say more’s the pity! Just a very pleasant relaxing, and stress busting session, which seems to have done me a lot of good, even if I still struggled through a phone session of competency based questions this afternoon, some things never change!

The more interesting event happened afterwards, to be honest, when we got onto the subject of my past experiences under hypnosis. Yes, I avoided mentioning one session, for good reason! But the subject of my past life regression came up, and we talked about Clara, and what I’d discovered at the time, or shortly after the event, and what I’ve been able to find out about her since.

So much so, that now she wants to study the past life regression side of hypnosis! I mean, she might have been tempted by it anyway, but I helped. Apparently, she tried it with a friend later, after I’d gone, and now she wants to do more. So maybe Clara wont be hiding her secrets much longer, with luck! Would be so handy if I could discover her married name, if nothing else!

But no, she didnt leave me in a hypnotised way, it was all done very professionally, and if anyone from this area wants a hypnotherapist recommended, ask, and I’ll pass on her details.

The video, very big clue in the title, I guess!

Make It Easy On Yourself

Well, tomorrow, for 45 minutes or so, I can let all my concerns, and worries about the job hunting, money, and every other issue just fade away. Snag is, at the end of that period, they are still going to have to be solved. Yes, I’m going for a session of hypnosis tomorrow. Thankfully its not too far to go, just to the outskirts of Huddersfield, and its not too expensive, as it was a reduced special offer price.

This should have happened on the day that I started training at the ‘job from hell’, the point at which seemingly things have tended to go downhill pretty fast! Yes, if I could turn back time, I would say no, have done this, done the clinical trial, and fine, hindsight is a wonderful thing!

But anyway, just before Christmas, I contacted the person again, to see if the offer was still open to rearrange my relaxation, and stress busting hypnotherapy session, and thankfully, it is. Irony now, is that I will have to pay a bus fare to get there, as the pass ran out at the end of the year, but anyway…I need something! Hopefully it will do me some good at least, because I guess I’m getting close to breaking point, in all honesty.

Oh fine, yes, if I could get her to ‘reboot’ my mind totally, that might not be a bad thing, but this is a start, at least. And fine, I will enjoy being ‘under their control’ for a little while at least. I know, strictly I’m not, but we mind control fetishists can dream of such things happening at least!

But hopefully, whatever happens, it does me some good stress wise, because I need something to do so.

The video, an absolute oldie here, from the mid 1960’s! Yes, the clue is in the title, but that may not be a lot of help!