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I need someone to talk to. I can't cope with all of these things. I keep thinking, but there's nobody I can talk to, for various reasons.
Two other people have put the first same choice job as me. One is a manager, one has been doing half of the job already.
Don't know when my interview is, I've been working on my presentation, 25 PowerPoint slides.
I'm pretty much convinced I will be made redundant. The money is the major problem, but it's not just that. I like the job, I like the people. I'd be devastated to have to leave.
Plus I'd still have to go in for my counselling course every week, that will be horrible.
Bad class tonight. Can't talk about it because of the confidentiality, but there was an argument and I'm just confused and upset, so are other people.
Presentation next week for that as well, on CBT.
Essays back tonight, 71%. I gave myself 70% for the self-evaluation, I'm quite impressed how close I was!
Letter today, my psych appointment has been moved from the beginning of May to the middle of June. The whole point was that I didn't want to wait three months so he was supposed to see me after two.
I'm scared. I've been working so hard at keeping myself stable and I've not been doing a terrible job of it. But I don't know what being made redundant will do to me, and that really frightens me.
Already got a rejection for a job. Applied for four others. Don't want any of them, they are less money and I can't even survive on what I get now.
I'm applying to volunteer for the Samaritans. Good experience for applications in September, looking at doing a masters degree in counselling.
I need to go to bed and at least try and sleep. I twitch, it's my medication. It makes me feel sick a lot too. Boots have given me too few tablets two months in a row now. Last month they gave me 10 sodium valporate instead of 30 and this month I have 44 hydroxyzine instead of 50. Ridiculous doctors visit this week ended up 3.5 hours late for work. Doctor 45 minutes late she couldn't even work out how to print my prescription.
Going away next weekend, meeting my sister in Birmingham. Seeing Dancing on Ice and then going to Cadbury World the next day.
Eaten about six bars of chocolate today.
Worked out I've had 11 fags which is ridiculous for me.
Stress fucking stress fucking stress.
Two other people have put the first same choice job as me. One is a manager, one has been doing half of the job already.
Don't know when my interview is, I've been working on my presentation, 25 PowerPoint slides.
I'm pretty much convinced I will be made redundant. The money is the major problem, but it's not just that. I like the job, I like the people. I'd be devastated to have to leave.
Plus I'd still have to go in for my counselling course every week, that will be horrible.
Bad class tonight. Can't talk about it because of the confidentiality, but there was an argument and I'm just confused and upset, so are other people.
Presentation next week for that as well, on CBT.
Essays back tonight, 71%. I gave myself 70% for the self-evaluation, I'm quite impressed how close I was!
Letter today, my psych appointment has been moved from the beginning of May to the middle of June. The whole point was that I didn't want to wait three months so he was supposed to see me after two.
I'm scared. I've been working so hard at keeping myself stable and I've not been doing a terrible job of it. But I don't know what being made redundant will do to me, and that really frightens me.
Already got a rejection for a job. Applied for four others. Don't want any of them, they are less money and I can't even survive on what I get now.
I'm applying to volunteer for the Samaritans. Good experience for applications in September, looking at doing a masters degree in counselling.
I need to go to bed and at least try and sleep. I twitch, it's my medication. It makes me feel sick a lot too. Boots have given me too few tablets two months in a row now. Last month they gave me 10 sodium valporate instead of 30 and this month I have 44 hydroxyzine instead of 50. Ridiculous doctors visit this week ended up 3.5 hours late for work. Doctor 45 minutes late she couldn't even work out how to print my prescription.
Going away next weekend, meeting my sister in Birmingham. Seeing Dancing on Ice and then going to Cadbury World the next day.
Eaten about six bars of chocolate today.
Worked out I've had 11 fags which is ridiculous for me.
Stress fucking stress fucking stress.