Still alive....
As I'm in a productive mood, thought I'd update my LJ. Been in a bit of a downward spiral of late and fighting hard to reverse it. Let's condense the past few months into a few salient paragraphs
I've working semi-productively in a Pharmacists in Balham (25h/week so I have time for other stuff) for the past 3 months. It's not fun or easy, but it is a job, there's no doubt about that. Of course, thanks to Lambeth Council I'm actually getting less than on benefit and I'm still trying to penetrate the bureaucracy to get some more. My boss is a bitch, but such is the way of all bosses of minimum wage slaves. And I keep making mistakes, which I attribute to not enough sleep, an unforgivable habit of mine I am working to resolve. Am greatly afeared of getting fired.
My mum was diagnosed with breast cancer the same week I got my job. She's had a partial mastectomy and is undergoing chemo soon. All looks well so far, but she has been in hysterics constantly for the past few months and is now even worse as she expects to lose her hair. Any of you who knew my mum knows she wasn't going to win any sanity awards beforehand. Yes she still phones me every day. My dad's suffering, as you might expect and I feel for him, and I do keep in touch as much as I can with work and social commitments but it's hard to cope with all the screaming, crying and shouting. But I shall soldier on.
All this has made me more than somewhat down of late but I'm fighting not to go down that road again. I know where it goes and there's not even a Little Chef. I do this by small organizational triumphs such as LJ :) In other news, Kirsty is still wonderful and fills me with hope and strength. It's grotesquely unfair that she, or any other of my good friends should have to be unhappy. I'm also hoping to re-establish ties with some friends who seem to have fallen by the wayside such as Deniz and Jake, my oldest female and male friends. To be honest, things look bright for the future as long as I seriously pull my finger out. I may be lying in the gutter, but I'm looking up at the stars. Doesn't stop it smelling of piss, mind.
PS Does anyone have a copy of Snowcrash by Neal Stevenson I could borrow? I hear it's rather good.
I've working semi-productively in a Pharmacists in Balham (25h/week so I have time for other stuff) for the past 3 months. It's not fun or easy, but it is a job, there's no doubt about that. Of course, thanks to Lambeth Council I'm actually getting less than on benefit and I'm still trying to penetrate the bureaucracy to get some more. My boss is a bitch, but such is the way of all bosses of minimum wage slaves. And I keep making mistakes, which I attribute to not enough sleep, an unforgivable habit of mine I am working to resolve. Am greatly afeared of getting fired.
My mum was diagnosed with breast cancer the same week I got my job. She's had a partial mastectomy and is undergoing chemo soon. All looks well so far, but she has been in hysterics constantly for the past few months and is now even worse as she expects to lose her hair. Any of you who knew my mum knows she wasn't going to win any sanity awards beforehand. Yes she still phones me every day. My dad's suffering, as you might expect and I feel for him, and I do keep in touch as much as I can with work and social commitments but it's hard to cope with all the screaming, crying and shouting. But I shall soldier on.
All this has made me more than somewhat down of late but I'm fighting not to go down that road again. I know where it goes and there's not even a Little Chef. I do this by small organizational triumphs such as LJ :) In other news, Kirsty is still wonderful and fills me with hope and strength. It's grotesquely unfair that she, or any other of my good friends should have to be unhappy. I'm also hoping to re-establish ties with some friends who seem to have fallen by the wayside such as Deniz and Jake, my oldest female and male friends. To be honest, things look bright for the future as long as I seriously pull my finger out. I may be lying in the gutter, but I'm looking up at the stars. Doesn't stop it smelling of piss, mind.
PS Does anyone have a copy of Snowcrash by Neal Stevenson I could borrow? I hear it's rather good.