Friday's are nice!
Remember the mail I received last weekend from Humanitas? The mail was a invite for a training or introduction lesson for my new volunteer job, here's a reminder: The volunteer job is a job where I will be
visiting people who have little social contacts, people who would like
to do something but are not able to do such. These people are mostly
elderly people, but aswell people who are handicapped or such. I will
visit them, they can fill in their own needs of what they would like to
do, that can be anything. A walk, a bicycle ride, a chat or just a
coffee, etc, etc. I will be doing the visits with a group of other
volunteers, everyone has their own visitor. It's not that we go to the
person with the whole group, lol.
This
group of people are all 'new' volunteers and aswell 'new' to these
visits, just like me.
So today and tomorrow is the time of the introductions lessons, starting tomorrow at 10:00 am until 4:00 pm. The lesson on Friday from 7:00 pm until 10:00 pm, I cancelled. I informed the head trainer about my cancelling last Monday. Reason? Well, I don't like to be late at night on the streets in this area, specially the train stations. Sure, I could have gone, but I just don't feel safe then, actually I wasn't very looking forward to go to this evening aswell. Just the fact that it's not that safe here in this area or neighborhood. If I would have gone... I would have taken first the train at 6:00 pm, then I would have arrived arrived in the city Hengelo around 6:15, then the city bus would have taken me to a unknown area called 'the achterhoek', then out of the bus and walk to a certain street called 'Oude Bornerse weg....'
And then look for house/building number 85. The trip back would have probably worried me the most, lol. Leaving at 10:00 pm, the same route back as the way I went. First the bus back to the train station from Hengelo, (No clue what time the bus comes and goes) then taking the train from Hengelo to Almelo, waiting for the train on that station late at night isn't a pleasure. Arriving in my own city, probably around 11:30 or maybe even later, I will walk back to my own apartment. You can compare our train station with the train station from Hengelo, not a pleasure being there that late. Maybe I'm over reacting, maybe I'm just acting like a pussy but, better to be safe then not. It's not anymore like it used to was nowadays, when you can walk in the middle of the night on the streets...
And perhaps talk to a stranger and have a great time. It seems those times are over, you here the craziest things lately. But anyway, I got a mail back from the trainer and she told me that it was okay and that I could skip the Friday and just come Saturday. The Friday was actually a 'getting to know each other' evening. A evening to get to know each new volunteer from our new group. It would have been fun if it ain't were late in the evening. Bummer, but okay I will see them tomorrow and introduce myself then, I'm excited to go, to see other people and the lesson is interesting. The lessons will learn us how to get
along with people, how to behave, or how to act or how not to act. It will come in handy when we visit our visitors. The lesson tomorrow will take me a whole day but that's okay, early up aswell.
A nice day it was today, still cold and freezing, we even had some snow again in the late afternoon. I did my groceries in two parts today, because tomorrow I won't have time. I use to dislike the weekends, cause I was so addicted to my new job, lol. I only wanted the weekend to be over as soon as possible, so I could work again on Monday. Now, I like the weekends, it just depends on what there is to do I guess. Though I like having my rest aswell, or having a 'quiet on my own time,' lol. Those times are nice but it's a must to get out too, to meet other people or explore what's going on outside. I do such things aswell, and more of those things are coming up. I wish Spring would hurry up, it's much more a pleasure to go out in the sun and warmth. So, roll on Spring!
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