I’m sure dear reader, you are all agog to hear the continuing saga of how to be out of work in Austria, so here’s the next installment. We’re having this ridiculously hot summer which makes me feel quite ill, so am glad I’m not working out in the heat!
I waited for nearly two weeks to get my leaving contract and feedback from Ibis acam, and there was nothing. Being in a frail state of mind over the whole thing, I was permanently checking the mobile and then being pleased there was no call. In the end , I did have to send an email, because I needed stuff for the AMS. I said what’s going on, where’s the promised feedback, told the boss how his prevarication hadn’t helped the situation and how the whole thing had ended up a nightmare for me.
This finally got a response, I was no longer Anna, but Frau Rashbrook so I got it straight away. It seemed that the majority of feedback forms were ok, but most said that my German wasn’t good enough to explain things about English. It was a relief to know one way or the other. I guess I’m not meant or gifted to be a teacher and I’m walking away. No more teaching English. Riding I can do, but that door is closed.
So I’m thoroughly enjoying time at home, doing some decorating, pottering in the garden, writing a lot, and trying to hear what God has to say to me and not trying to sort this out by myself. Dave and I have both had pictures and bible readings to do with doors, which gives us hope.
I’m also struggling with the self pity and as usual, retreating into a private shell at home which suits me fine. BUT just to make things better, the effect of my hormonal injection I had after the hysterectomy has just worn off = random excuses to burst into tears – yesterday it was the sight of the tin of birthday cake candles that triggered it and I never know what will be next. I’m also getting occasional bouts of nausea like being pregnant. I must let my body sort itself out, but how long I can stand this insult I can’t imagine!
Dave is having work experience (at his age!) with a firm of gardeners and maybe something may come of it. I expect I’ll have to take a winter job in a Hotel, but quite honestly, if we don’t find work, we may have to return to the UK, where there is no language barrier to fall over. Would it be better? I have already realised how the Health care is worse in the UK, I’d miss the snow, but I really don’t know what is next.