Kelza is About To Learn a Valuable Lesson in Austerity
I think life's starting to screw me around again. I went to the Job Centre to find my claim's been closed since I hadn't gone back within five days of my TNG course ending - I only found out it had ended the week after - so I am now living on absolutely nothing. I have to phone the rapid reclaim line now to get it all up and running again, which could set me back a couple hundred quid, at least.
I'll probably have to leave work an hour early today to get it all sorted out as soon as possible, because I can't afford to waste any time. I feel bad asking Steve for time off, though, for what is essentially my own cock-up, even though he said if I ever needed a half-day I need only ask.
I'm sitting in Victoria Square right now, since there's no point going back to work for another half an hour. I really wish Jason was here because I feel really idiotic and helpless - he always manages to make me feel better. It's not even been a day and I miss him already.
Still, there's no sense in sitting here, being mopey. I've been through worse, right? What I need to do is take this setback by the horns and show it who's the boss here. I didn't go through high school, sixth form and a now thoroughly eventful gap year just to let this set me back.
Besides, what I've caused I can amend. This faffery has come about of my own decadence and laziness. If I hadn't spent the year a) running around, spending willy-nilly and b) failed to keep close tabs on the status of my finances and claim, I wouldn't be writing these words.
Bloody hell, though, two days into the week and I already need the weekend.
It looks like it's going to rain here in Victoria Square; if that happens at least I can count on the library, but there's no way I'm going near that coffee machine. Every penny is precious, and all temptation to spend needlessly must be avoided.
Twenty-to-one. We'll call it twenty-five minutes until I go back into work, since advertising can sometimes be a tad late in reopening. There's a slight chill to the air now, which is odd for July.
I've just texted Jason about my predicament in case he's waffling around town and fancies showing up to hear me rant. Seems like he's in town on most days, so you never know. Mind you, it's Tuesday; Dave might be at his. Dave who owes Lee £15 and persuaded Jason to trade in several of his games for Mortal Kombat 4, most likely so he could borrow it or play it when he visits. What a pain in the arse!
Fifteen minutes left. A bonus of taking an early home time: I'll be able to help Dad tidy the living room before this lady from the German Shepherd Rescue comes to do a home visit. And my room, if she wants to look upstairs. I hope not, it's a tip. And what would she say about my bead curtains?
She shouldn't, though. Dad isn't planning on letting any animals upstairs... Thelma being the exception, because she's mine.
Ten minutes left, then back to work. What a rubbish day; it feels like everything except Jason is going wrong in my life. Like I said before, though, I can only take action. It's much better than watching my university aspirations fall to pieces.
Five minutes.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
I'll probably have to leave work an hour early today to get it all sorted out as soon as possible, because I can't afford to waste any time. I feel bad asking Steve for time off, though, for what is essentially my own cock-up, even though he said if I ever needed a half-day I need only ask.
I'm sitting in Victoria Square right now, since there's no point going back to work for another half an hour. I really wish Jason was here because I feel really idiotic and helpless - he always manages to make me feel better. It's not even been a day and I miss him already.
Still, there's no sense in sitting here, being mopey. I've been through worse, right? What I need to do is take this setback by the horns and show it who's the boss here. I didn't go through high school, sixth form and a now thoroughly eventful gap year just to let this set me back.
Besides, what I've caused I can amend. This faffery has come about of my own decadence and laziness. If I hadn't spent the year a) running around, spending willy-nilly and b) failed to keep close tabs on the status of my finances and claim, I wouldn't be writing these words.
Bloody hell, though, two days into the week and I already need the weekend.
It looks like it's going to rain here in Victoria Square; if that happens at least I can count on the library, but there's no way I'm going near that coffee machine. Every penny is precious, and all temptation to spend needlessly must be avoided.
Twenty-to-one. We'll call it twenty-five minutes until I go back into work, since advertising can sometimes be a tad late in reopening. There's a slight chill to the air now, which is odd for July.
I've just texted Jason about my predicament in case he's waffling around town and fancies showing up to hear me rant. Seems like he's in town on most days, so you never know. Mind you, it's Tuesday; Dave might be at his. Dave who owes Lee £15 and persuaded Jason to trade in several of his games for Mortal Kombat 4, most likely so he could borrow it or play it when he visits. What a pain in the arse!
Fifteen minutes left. A bonus of taking an early home time: I'll be able to help Dad tidy the living room before this lady from the German Shepherd Rescue comes to do a home visit. And my room, if she wants to look upstairs. I hope not, it's a tip. And what would she say about my bead curtains?
She shouldn't, though. Dad isn't planning on letting any animals upstairs... Thelma being the exception, because she's mine.
Ten minutes left, then back to work. What a rubbish day; it feels like everything except Jason is going wrong in my life. Like I said before, though, I can only take action. It's much better than watching my university aspirations fall to pieces.
Five minutes.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.