Aug 02, 2007 00:27
Have been ill for the past two days. Don't usually have a problem with illnesses - my body has an accursedly strong immune system that tends to kick in when I really want/need a day off from work. However, this time Body Dearest I ddin't go for the usual guns. Oh, no, nothing so mundane as a cough or a cold, or even a wee bit of flu. Nope, Body Dearest plumped for a good bout of Exhaustion, complete with nausea, headache, muscle fatigue and minor hallucinations. Very odd to look up from your plate of beetroot and sweetcorn to find a spandex-clad superhero called Pete Hawk at the end of the dinner table. Crawled into bed fully clothed at just past 8pm yesterday and woke up wearing nothing but my skimpies this morning. Evidently Exhaustion also involves sleep-stripping.
Kind of wish I hadn't bothered waking up this morning, though, as I beetled off to check my account, thinking I'd have a lovely brand new pay packet in it for July. No such luck. Rang the council to find out my new school (henceforth to be known as THE SNAKEPIT OF FUCKING FUCKTARDS) never entered me on the payroll despite me starting work there on July 2nd. So I now have no money until, um, the end of September (FUCKING FUCKTARDS!!)
It's a good job I still live at home and have understanding parents, but I do still owe them rent, even if they are being sweethearts about when I actually pay it. So the FUCKING FUCKTARDS had better backdate me some pay when term starts up again, otherwise I'm settng the union on them and reinstating my subscription to the Times Education Supplement so I can get a new opst somewhere decent and get the fuck out of this SNAKEPIT.
body,
real life,
work,
snakepit of fucking fucktards,
illness