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After my major clear out of the jammies last night, I started on the rest of my clothes and a black bag is waiting for the bag-men to come on Friday to pick it up. My conclusion - I have too many tops but not enough trousers. So then I started on the socks and stuff (and I have too many of those too)but in the whole clearing out process I lost my watch and I hunted and hunted for it. Course I only discovered I lost it this morning when it wasn't where I left it. And then it was the turn of the car keys. Not a good start to the day and basically not a good day in general til I came home to:
- 3 DVD's
- 3 application forms (translink admin, gingerbread, and an out reach worker)
- a postcrossing postcard
- address labels
- wee notepad with my name on it
So the post alone made up for the crappy day. Only 2 days left in work, 16 hours... and then I'm gone. The Gingerbread application has to be in on Friday morning so I'm filling it in and posting it tomorrow. From what they're looking for, I seem to have everything and I'm willing to do a course or whatever they want me to do, so hopefully I get an interview and all goes well, course if I do get an interview it'll be over the week I'm in Donegal,lol, SOD strikes again.
Caroline texted me today - same message as always. 'Do you want to do something this weekend?' I'm convinced she has that stored as a templete or something cuz it NEVER varies. And the 'something' is always dinner, which can be very tedious when you're listening to Ian prattle on abd on about the latest thing he's done. He may do a lot of stuff, but when he harps on about it he becomes such a bore. And yet there's no way I could tell him...is there? My way of dealing with it is to talk about what i've done (which is not much to be honest) but Caroline just sits there and says nothing. How does she cope with it week in and week out?
Right, off to play 'hunt the watch' and hopefully I find it cuz I feel naked without it :(
- 3 DVD's
- 3 application forms (translink admin, gingerbread, and an out reach worker)
- a postcrossing postcard
- address labels
- wee notepad with my name on it
So the post alone made up for the crappy day. Only 2 days left in work, 16 hours... and then I'm gone. The Gingerbread application has to be in on Friday morning so I'm filling it in and posting it tomorrow. From what they're looking for, I seem to have everything and I'm willing to do a course or whatever they want me to do, so hopefully I get an interview and all goes well, course if I do get an interview it'll be over the week I'm in Donegal,lol, SOD strikes again.
Caroline texted me today - same message as always. 'Do you want to do something this weekend?' I'm convinced she has that stored as a templete or something cuz it NEVER varies. And the 'something' is always dinner, which can be very tedious when you're listening to Ian prattle on abd on about the latest thing he's done. He may do a lot of stuff, but when he harps on about it he becomes such a bore. And yet there's no way I could tell him...is there? My way of dealing with it is to talk about what i've done (which is not much to be honest) but Caroline just sits there and says nothing. How does she cope with it week in and week out?
Right, off to play 'hunt the watch' and hopefully I find it cuz I feel naked without it :(