looking towards deployment out of UK
Over the last couple of weeks I have been working on thrashing out a few ideas that are driving me around the bend. You see when I went to Ug recently it was not only to compare the developments harped on about by those that have been going back and forward, but also to see how I could best put my existing skills to use to serve my motherland in addition to those I feel are in most need of them. I have had to stay up late on most evenings and weekends to jot down ideas as they invade my grey matter to the point of becoming almost reclusive. This hasn't boarded well with those close to me I have to say, least of all to my finances. You see I was aiming to put in some extra hours of overtime to make ends meet. Life is definitely not a bundle of laughs as a single mom - though come to think of it, it could also be hell in a marriage/relationship whereupon you have a 
for a hubbie! Still that's another story not worth going into ... Come to think of it, I still can't get my head around the story of a dead woman that was kept alive on the machine to incubate her unborn child... I really am going insane!
I read somewhere in a news article that us single moms are more likely to take to smoking as a way of compesating - well for one thing - I just cannot afford the damn stuff and another, I hate having dog-breath. Anyway, you young people out there - smoking is not good for you and regardless of aiming to make beautiful corpses, it just aint worth the pain of lying on a hospital bed with tubes stuck up your nostrils hyperventilating like a fish out of water. Now there's a sight that doesn't make it into the beauty awards I can tell you.
I've just realised I missed an opportunity to meet the great man that managed to escape the claws of the military junta back in Ug! (Well what's going down in Ug can almost be comparable to what's taking place in Burma if the dispatches programme on last night is to be believed!) My mom is not best pleased about my remiss, especially as she has unfinished business with him - she last met with him way back when still back in Ug and probably wanted to reminance over old times! My memory is so bad - not helped by my concentration span of a sperm whale. I really really need to sort my memory out before I forget myself...Anyway, back to my intended plan of action to see myself in living and working in Ug...
Starting to search into redeployment into Ug is no easy task let me tell you. Where exactly does one start anyway? So much information can lead one to get more confused than when they first start out. Should I look to paid employment - or starting up a business? If it is to be paid employment, which companies or organisation is best placed for my type of skills and will my relocation costs be met? If it is to start up a business - how in the heck will I be able to network amongst persons I've never had much in common with? It's bad enough networking here!! I had such a relaxed face on returning to the UK, now you could be forgiven for thinking my face is a map of a rugged country. It's also beginning to get grey and dull coupled with the constant rain that is threatening to drown out any plants that dare think we were heading for a mediteranean climate change.
I've had to lay out my action plan - now that's an interesting thought - it took me almost a week to even understand how to start on this! By the time I started this, I realised I had to be upgrading on my skills by attending courses which could justify that I could actually do what I'm already doing. Typical - you spend months if not years doing a job only to find that you've become so adapt at looking like the PC you share ideas on! It's only a matter of time before you are relegated to the backroom pending recycling.
The old lady I shared a journey back home with today could have a story or more to tell on recycling! Now that's another thing... how in the hell do I always manage to get into conversation with the most interesting human beings? I'd no sooner than sat next to this lady and she went into full throttle about all sorts ranging from where she bought her knickers to the cost of her very comfortable shoes. (They really were quite good shoes too and she had a cashmere coat which her niece had given her to boot! ) I actually felt offended - she was stealing my limelight. It's usually me that goes off at a tandem. Still, I got to hear about all her 93yrs and her 90yr old sibling. She mentioned her age in a whisper for fear others would recognise her as being too old. I must say she was in good shape - she could still walk albeit her shopping trolley acted as her walking aid and she was quick to remark on how sturdy it was. I liked her actually - she was able to make the long dreary bus journey worthwhile. Makes a change to the sullen silence that is like a written commandment amongst fellow commuters. People are so scared of smiling let alone greeting each other in public.
Now I must get back to updating my diary of action plan towards returning to live and work in Ug - I wonder if there's a job centre in Ug worth sending my CV to