Tracey

13/2/14

I was typing at my laptop as my sister walked into my room and told me she met a girl at work.  My sister also works in a retail store, like I do.  My sister works on the checkouts in the morning in a convenience store, while I work in the superstore.  Same company, different branches.  My sister said to me, the girl, obviously not a girl no more, a grown women like myself, asked her if My sister was my sister.  So it was ” Are you XXX sister?”  XXX means my name.  My sister looked up at the woman she was serving, my sister told me she looked really familiar, like as if she has seen her somewhere.  The answer, my sister gave her was ‘Yes, she works at the big store.’  The girl, my sister was serving told my sister, “I’m Tracey, I went to school with your sister.”

When my sister told me her name.  I was so excited.  Tracey is a friend who I have lost contact with, and I have been trying to find her.  What is she doing in my home town?  I wondered.  I asked my sister, what was she wearing?  Did she have a wedding ring on her finger?  How does she look like now?  Blonde?  red haired?  brunette?  What name was on her debit or credit card when she paid?  What did she buy?  My sister’s reply was she couldn’t ask her any questions as she was busy and couldn’t remember.  The last thing Tracey said to my sister was “What a small world.”  

I guess I just got very excited when my sister told me.  I began searching old school photographs on facebook, which I found and showed to my sister and she said she looks the same.  Similar body built like myself.  Not as tall as me.  Shocking, when we were at school she was always taller than me.  Tracey was the ‘A star’ student, very competitive if I got a better grade than her on a psychology essay or exam result.  She was very intelligent.  She loved horses and played a violin.  Artistic like myself.  She went to university in London to become a vet or a brain surgeon.  We kept in contact when we both finished our ‘a levels.’  We lost contact when she was in first year at Uni, and after I had resigned my job in the bank industry.  That was pretty much the last I saw of her.  I did write, but she stopped responding.  A year ago, I wrote a letter to the house which her parents owned in Stanwick.  I wrote in it, if she still lived there to contact me and get in touch.  There was no reply.      

 

Do you have the time?

If someone asked you ‘Do you have the time?”  What would you say?  I would uncover my sleeve on my left wrist and view my watch and tell the stranger the time.  I guess that is automatic.  That is not what I am trying to say.  Time.  Who has the time for anything?  Time is wasting away.  As I blog.  As you read.  As I write.  Time is running out.  Eek!  I hear you cry.  Yes.  I nod.  

The last few weeks have been really hectic for me.  I glance at my diary and calender and every day something is happening.  Events.  So busy.  I try to monitor my time and work around it.  It is hard.  I am trying to learn my theory for my driving lessons, so I can book my driving test and be on my way to support my career in retail.  As well as that, I am trying to have the time, for my husband, so he does not feel neglected.  I am constantly working around the clock, working here, working there, babysitting, writing my column, cooking, domestic cleaning.  You know the drill.  So hectic.  Then there are family events, birthday do’s, party invites, to reply to.  Everyone expects you to be there.  Friends trying to meet up and they don’t understand why you are so busy.  

That is part of life.

Some days after an incredible long shift at work, where I have started at 6am one morning and finished work the night before at 10pm, I go home to bed and sleep it off.  And before you know it, the whole day has gone.  

 

Good things happen to those who wait..

13/1/14

Yes, I truly believe that ‘Good things happen to those who wait.’

I had a good day at work today.  I have been working in a new convenience store that opened on Friday, January 10.  We’ve been giving free loaves of Warburtons bread 800g, to all our customers.  It really was a great day.  Will blog further about this day, on another page.

Back to the point.  Some times, years go badly for one, and it feels like the end of the world.

2011 was a great year for me.

2012 wasn’t particular and memorable one, a very dark year for.

2013 was tough.  It felt like everyday I was drowning and trying to keep my head above the water.  The thought of this, makes my heart race and starts me hyperventilating.  Somehow I have battled through this and now this year, finally feels tingly.

Watch this space.