Shitting dick nipples: the eternal battle cry.
Bludgeoning away at today: poked new workplace for better information on what I'm meant to be doing, then angrily made cookies (this necessitated the discovery that my self-raising flour was full of weevils and thus having to construct self-raising with plain and baking powder: fuck self-raising flour in the eye and also fuck weevils) which turned out better than expected, then stamped off to the loony bin.
I'm not overwhelmingly happy with the situation there but the new therapist, Dr V., has a good enough manner and apologised for basically making me late by not coming out to get me. Things could be worse.
Traipsed back to WG, hurled myself at the optician, and will have new lenses in old glasses just after new year. Returned home with groceries and found an email back from new job explaining that they've shuffled things around and that I will be starting after Christmas now (makes more sense) etc etc and that I'll be starting in one role and then transferring to another (which, fine, yes) and so I pounced on one of the remaining hair appointments left open at the place I want to go to and the upshot is:
I am free until after Christmas, no panics;
I will get ma hurrs did before I start new job;
I will get new glasses pretty much within first shift;
(don't know what i'm doing about contact lenses);
but
i'm a little perkier than i was. (George and Ed have both beaten me to haircuts, I have catching up to do)
bacteria aren't interested in infecting humanity, it's mostly just an accident. I love articles about how irrelevant my species is.
I'm not overwhelmingly happy with the situation there but the new therapist, Dr V., has a good enough manner and apologised for basically making me late by not coming out to get me. Things could be worse.
Traipsed back to WG, hurled myself at the optician, and will have new lenses in old glasses just after new year. Returned home with groceries and found an email back from new job explaining that they've shuffled things around and that I will be starting after Christmas now (makes more sense) etc etc and that I'll be starting in one role and then transferring to another (which, fine, yes) and so I pounced on one of the remaining hair appointments left open at the place I want to go to and the upshot is:
I am free until after Christmas, no panics;
I will get ma hurrs did before I start new job;
I will get new glasses pretty much within first shift;
(don't know what i'm doing about contact lenses);
but
i'm a little perkier than i was. (George and Ed have both beaten me to haircuts, I have catching up to do)
bacteria aren't interested in infecting humanity, it's mostly just an accident. I love articles about how irrelevant my species is.