For better or for worse?
I'm sitting here wondering, things have most definitely been worse but I could really do with them getting better pronto. I feel that this last week I've cried more times than I have in the past couple of months, not terribly good. I've had the oh so attentive parents mooching around the house in a state of perpetual melancholy, snapping and leaping like crickets at every tiny sound. I think I've been snapped at approximately twice a day now, and people wonder why I don't go and sit in the snug with them and instead stay in my room with my music and books.
Mark, whom I love dearly, is having a crap time at work (When he arrived here on Friday he will have worked 100 hours and 12 days with no breaks so I reckon you can guess how shattered he is) and now tends to take it out on me; fine he apologises thoroughly and is mortified when he realises what he's said but it does hurt all the same. At least I keep hearing from my friends over Facebook, keeps the isolation to a minimum. Selby really is the shit-hole of the north, I heard that it's been voted one of the Chavviest towns in North England, depressing.
On the good side, my job is going better, I had some fun on Monday, got paid for an hour and a half of doing bugger all; we were having a new tobacco cabinet installed (twice as big, ten times as fancy with everything that opens and shuts - literally) and Paran said he wasn't going to bring out any new stock until it was finished so I spent 15 minutes tidying up the shop then chomped on jaffa cakes and chatted to the workmen, very relaxing. After they left I just had to stock the shelves with more tobacco (they'd all the original back on as it all has to be in certain places, the companies are very picky about this) and then tackle the magnetic pricing numbers, took the entire remainder of my time. Very chilled, very relaxed but those things are a pain, they're big magnetic squares covered in numbers (i.e. one square for 1s, one for 2s etc.) scored for "easy" removal, they were stubborn buggers and never tore properly, oh well, a whole 5 hours shift of practically nothing.
Mark, whom I love dearly, is having a crap time at work (When he arrived here on Friday he will have worked 100 hours and 12 days with no breaks so I reckon you can guess how shattered he is) and now tends to take it out on me; fine he apologises thoroughly and is mortified when he realises what he's said but it does hurt all the same. At least I keep hearing from my friends over Facebook, keeps the isolation to a minimum. Selby really is the shit-hole of the north, I heard that it's been voted one of the Chavviest towns in North England, depressing.
On the good side, my job is going better, I had some fun on Monday, got paid for an hour and a half of doing bugger all; we were having a new tobacco cabinet installed (twice as big, ten times as fancy with everything that opens and shuts - literally) and Paran said he wasn't going to bring out any new stock until it was finished so I spent 15 minutes tidying up the shop then chomped on jaffa cakes and chatted to the workmen, very relaxing. After they left I just had to stock the shelves with more tobacco (they'd all the original back on as it all has to be in certain places, the companies are very picky about this) and then tackle the magnetic pricing numbers, took the entire remainder of my time. Very chilled, very relaxed but those things are a pain, they're big magnetic squares covered in numbers (i.e. one square for 1s, one for 2s etc.) scored for "easy" removal, they were stubborn buggers and never tore properly, oh well, a whole 5 hours shift of practically nothing.