Shouldn't have come to work today. Feel like arse, couldn't summon the energy or the will to eat this morning before I left work, just wanted to crawl back into bed and cry. Got to go home at lunch because I don't have any food with me or any money to buy a sandwich. So, go home, make a sandwich, have to then come back in. Sad stories from dad ( Read more... )

Still feeling lousy with the cold and the stress ( Read more... )

I've got a cold, I feel like crap, I've nearly completed my Christmas shopping almost without realising it, and I had no idea how stressed I was because this is my normal day-to-day stress level now. It sometimes increases at work though ( Read more... )

People keep asking me if I'm OK. I keep forgetting that I'm supposed to be emotionally crippled and unable to go on with my life becasue someone who was not a big part of my life for the last 5 years is now not any part of my life except a memory.

My dad has kept going despite a broken gear box - which broke on the way to Heathrow Airport - and ( Read more... )

Lots of stress in my life. Job stress, mum stress, divorce stress, stress about what me and Gray were talking about last night, followed by bad dreams and someone graffitiing the front door at work. Oh I'm not a relaxed kitty at the moment ( Read more... )

I'm not happy. I feel dumb. I feel hot. I feel all sorts of sad about mum. I couldn't find the place that my training was supposed to be at this afternoon, so I came back into work. I feel like I should be able to do something for mum but I can't. Adam says he knows how I feel. To an extent he does, because his dad died of brain tumours. To ( Read more... )

After a day of flood followed by fire alarm problems followed by the conspiracy theorist cleaners deciding that someone is living in the building (...yeah...) followed by someone at the gym I'm going to join trying to get me to put EVEN MORE MONEY into their personal pockets ( Read more... )

Flood.

Flood at work.

On two floors.

Causing lots of damage.

Tired Caz.

Really glad it was Louise's full day today so I didn't have to take much responsibility or answer many questions. Louise had to take far more responsibility than she should've but the guy who should've taken the resposibility is such a complete fucking wet end it's unreal

Mum's getting worse. Pain is keeping her bed-bound most of the time now. The GP thinks that's because of the pressure inside her head of things growing that shouldn't be there and has said that there are drugs the oncologist can give to shrink the damn thing if not to make it go away ( Read more... )

I can't do it any more. Not on my own ( Read more... )