Where our heroine is in a mighty funk...
Can I whinge? Thanks.
- Matt and I have both been sick (me with a bad cold, him with a rather vicious bout of the flu), and we were off work pretty much all of last week...and we couldn't even celebrate our one year anniversary last Tuesday. :( And, I have got me a mean case of the post viral blues. The dark and sinister thoughts from the weekend seem to have cleared up, but now I just feel...blank. And very flat. I'm finding it near impossible to get excited about anything, not even knitting or the show, and the thought of getting up and muddling through another day is just about making me nautious with the effort of it all. Bit of a worry. Probably should give the therapist a call. It will pass, of course. But, for now...blech. :(
- Work is continuing to liquify my brain, and the recession is continuing to bone me in the arse. To be crude, o'course. Got two more rejections this week without even getting an interview- the first company had rejected me for the third time (had an interview with them earlier in the year, and the same position kept being advertised) and the other company for the second time. Probably should take the hint, eh? Thought I might have had a smidgeon of a chance with the second job, as I know the Team Leader from my current job. Guess it ain't always who you know...
- Last week's radio show was solid gold shite. Was doing it by myself, as Matt was still feeling pretty crook, and pretty much everything that could have gone wrong did. The connection between my iPod and the studio mixer wasn't working properly, and the music was coming out sounding tinny and static-y and far too quiet, and I tried everything, but the volume would not budge. I managed to pull myself together enough for my voice breaks (which sounded rather rambly and awkward), but I spent most of the first hour bawling to Matt down the phone when I was off the air. Uh, yeah. Classy. I emailed the station manager, and turns out there was one button (I had no idea this button even existed, until yesterday!) which should have been on, but wasn't switched on at the time. UGH. DJing. Ur doin it rong.
- I've lost my knitting mojo. Boo. I think I've overdone it slightly, with knitting far too many projects at once. And, I keep losing needles. The house has eaten two of my 5 mms and one 5.5mm, along with my slippers, several sewing needles and the handwarmers Mum knitted me for Christmas.
- I thought I was doing well at making new friends at work. Except, one of the girls I was getting on very well with has been a mite stand-offish of late. Probably nothing. But, me being me, it doesn't take much to convince myself that I've said/done something that's gone and put her off. It's painful.
- Organising our flatwarming has reminded me why I gave up on hosting parties...
There is, however, nice stuff. Just for a balance.
+ Matt has moved in, and it's nice. :D 'Tis good to no longer be shunting myself between two houses, and wasting money on one flat while spending 85% of my time at another and OMG HAVING ALL MY SHIT IN ONE PLACE. Plus, the boyfriend's pretty cute. ;P
+ Mum went to Melbourne and brought me back a gorgeous pattern book of funky scarf patterns. She knows me well. Plus, screwthepast's wedding roses are coming along nicely. :)
+ Mum also plans on buying me PURPLE BOOTS. Boohahaha.
+ I applied for another job today. So, I'm being proactive, if nothing else.
+ I Can Has Cheezburger still brings love.
+ So does Flight of the Conchords.
+ anord said that Matt and I are an OTP (a One True Pairing, for all you non-fandom dorks ;P). Apparently, this is a jinx. But...it makes me happy. :)
That's all.
- Matt and I have both been sick (me with a bad cold, him with a rather vicious bout of the flu), and we were off work pretty much all of last week...and we couldn't even celebrate our one year anniversary last Tuesday. :( And, I have got me a mean case of the post viral blues. The dark and sinister thoughts from the weekend seem to have cleared up, but now I just feel...blank. And very flat. I'm finding it near impossible to get excited about anything, not even knitting or the show, and the thought of getting up and muddling through another day is just about making me nautious with the effort of it all. Bit of a worry. Probably should give the therapist a call. It will pass, of course. But, for now...blech. :(
- Work is continuing to liquify my brain, and the recession is continuing to bone me in the arse. To be crude, o'course. Got two more rejections this week without even getting an interview- the first company had rejected me for the third time (had an interview with them earlier in the year, and the same position kept being advertised) and the other company for the second time. Probably should take the hint, eh? Thought I might have had a smidgeon of a chance with the second job, as I know the Team Leader from my current job. Guess it ain't always who you know...
- Last week's radio show was solid gold shite. Was doing it by myself, as Matt was still feeling pretty crook, and pretty much everything that could have gone wrong did. The connection between my iPod and the studio mixer wasn't working properly, and the music was coming out sounding tinny and static-y and far too quiet, and I tried everything, but the volume would not budge. I managed to pull myself together enough for my voice breaks (which sounded rather rambly and awkward), but I spent most of the first hour bawling to Matt down the phone when I was off the air. Uh, yeah. Classy. I emailed the station manager, and turns out there was one button (I had no idea this button even existed, until yesterday!) which should have been on, but wasn't switched on at the time. UGH. DJing. Ur doin it rong.
- I've lost my knitting mojo. Boo. I think I've overdone it slightly, with knitting far too many projects at once. And, I keep losing needles. The house has eaten two of my 5 mms and one 5.5mm, along with my slippers, several sewing needles and the handwarmers Mum knitted me for Christmas.
- I thought I was doing well at making new friends at work. Except, one of the girls I was getting on very well with has been a mite stand-offish of late. Probably nothing. But, me being me, it doesn't take much to convince myself that I've said/done something that's gone and put her off. It's painful.
- Organising our flatwarming has reminded me why I gave up on hosting parties...
There is, however, nice stuff. Just for a balance.
+ Matt has moved in, and it's nice. :D 'Tis good to no longer be shunting myself between two houses, and wasting money on one flat while spending 85% of my time at another and OMG HAVING ALL MY SHIT IN ONE PLACE. Plus, the boyfriend's pretty cute. ;P
+ Mum went to Melbourne and brought me back a gorgeous pattern book of funky scarf patterns. She knows me well. Plus, screwthepast's wedding roses are coming along nicely. :)
+ Mum also plans on buying me PURPLE BOOTS. Boohahaha.
+ I applied for another job today. So, I'm being proactive, if nothing else.
+ I Can Has Cheezburger still brings love.
+ So does Flight of the Conchords.
+ anord said that Matt and I are an OTP (a One True Pairing, for all you non-fandom dorks ;P). Apparently, this is a jinx. But...it makes me happy. :)
That's all.