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My first day of work was fine. The day went pretty quickly. I started out really nervously though... I was put on the phones straight away and that's one of my big fears! But I did get used to doing it. The only problem I have is taking messages. I have a bad memory, I forget what they say within seconds. Still, I was told that I've got a nice telephone manner. I didn't have much else to do all day so it wasn't too stressful, and I got Thursday off because Esther wasn't going to be in. She's a pretty successful businesswoman and she's always on the phone organising meetings and events. She's quite nice but I find her a bit intimidating. I'm in my college on Fridays doing a job search, as odd as that might sound. When in a placement we are still expected to find real jobs. I'm not in work again until Tuesday - once again Esther won't be in for most of the week, and I'm only going in because the woman who works part time is going to be there on those days. Sounds like I might keep getting random days off, which is nice.
The college is crap. The staff are a bit lazy and forgetful, and the guys who go here are kind of horrible - mouthy, rough, and pervy. I've always been a little uncomfortable around men I don't know anyway, and it's even worse when they're like this. The place is right next door to a lap dancing club, too. Lovely.
My housemates threw a party last night. It hasn't been that bad over the last couple of weeks - they went somewhere else, or if they did have people here they kept the noise down a bit. Last night was pretty bad, though. Ste and I only got to sleep because we were using earplugs, and even then it was still loud. I hate that I'm stuck living in a house where people don't like me or respect me enough to listen to my complaints and compromise. Everybody should get to enjoy their weekend, but these days mine are just stressful. I dread my housemates having parties, then going upstairs to bed and leaving the people they invited round to carry on and it just gets out of hand. I can't stand these people. And they know it. The atmosphere between us hasn't been great. They don't really speak to me, but they do make small talk with Steven because he used to be more friendly with them. I don't know. I just can't wait for the day that one of us gets a job again so we can afford to move out. That would be best for everybody, really.
Oh well. It's Valentine's Day and more importantly, it's Ste's birthday tomorrow. He'll be 26. We have no spare money at all at the moment, we've even been on a tight budget for food, so I can't get him a birthday present or anything. I'm relying on my housing benefits going into my bank today, because I always get a bit more than I actually need to cover the rent. So this weekend is relying on that. We're planning to have meals and drinks both days, partly by ourselves but mostly with his friends too.
Some pictures...
February 11th
Aw.
February 12th
Little holly.
February 13th
Musical chairs.
The college is crap. The staff are a bit lazy and forgetful, and the guys who go here are kind of horrible - mouthy, rough, and pervy. I've always been a little uncomfortable around men I don't know anyway, and it's even worse when they're like this. The place is right next door to a lap dancing club, too. Lovely.
My housemates threw a party last night. It hasn't been that bad over the last couple of weeks - they went somewhere else, or if they did have people here they kept the noise down a bit. Last night was pretty bad, though. Ste and I only got to sleep because we were using earplugs, and even then it was still loud. I hate that I'm stuck living in a house where people don't like me or respect me enough to listen to my complaints and compromise. Everybody should get to enjoy their weekend, but these days mine are just stressful. I dread my housemates having parties, then going upstairs to bed and leaving the people they invited round to carry on and it just gets out of hand. I can't stand these people. And they know it. The atmosphere between us hasn't been great. They don't really speak to me, but they do make small talk with Steven because he used to be more friendly with them. I don't know. I just can't wait for the day that one of us gets a job again so we can afford to move out. That would be best for everybody, really.
Oh well. It's Valentine's Day and more importantly, it's Ste's birthday tomorrow. He'll be 26. We have no spare money at all at the moment, we've even been on a tight budget for food, so I can't get him a birthday present or anything. I'm relying on my housing benefits going into my bank today, because I always get a bit more than I actually need to cover the rent. So this weekend is relying on that. We're planning to have meals and drinks both days, partly by ourselves but mostly with his friends too.
Some pictures...
February 11th
Aw.
February 12th
Little holly.
February 13th
Musical chairs.
