Loyalty, not for everybody..

For anybody following the “quick notes” I make side by side with the blog you’d probably know by now that I am working on a candle stick holder.

The base for this thing was given to me about two years ago by a former colleague of mine. Never mind she forgot to tell me [very important] parts of it were missing until after she had tossed it into the boot of my car.

Anyhow, I have now had this work in project for a long time, and since the whole family is coming to our place [the building site] on boxing day, I thought it would be nice if at least one thing was done and ready.

After buying chains and s-hooks and measured them out I am now on painting day. Painting outside is hard at this time of year but luckily for me the weather is quite ok and the final drying time can be spent indoors.

The other day I was where I used to work and I met the woman who gave me the piece of junk that is now turning into something quite gorgeous.

She hardly said hi to me. Also not acknowledging my existence the other day was the woman I thought to be my best friend two years ago when I was working as a junior stylist.

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Standing outside and spray painting my sorrows away I just came to the conclusion they were never friends of mine. They showed zero loyalty, or that must interest in me, what so ever since I left the company.

No one needs “friends” like that. But I am sensing that the fact I’d been working for myself for the past ten years or so, before getting back into the “real world” of work places as in having colleagues and a boss or two really have been my down fall.

I have not realised loyalty is not in fashion anymore.

Before I took up self employed photography as my source of income some 13 years back I had the luck and fortune to have worked with amazing people through out my working career.

The past year on the other hand I have been more bullied and stabbed in the back than I never been in my whole life. Some days I have come home crying from work.

But what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.

Or so they say.

This is why I suddenly feel a determination that has been long gone.

A determination to make it on my own.

Tomorrow our very own “bob the builder” is coming to check out what needs to be done to finish off our faulty stair case in our guest house.

From there we are like a stone throw away from being able to finally open up our belated bed and breakfast.

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