I have finished my essay and other work. I have written over 8000 words in the last 3 days. This is a new record for me. In the process I have discovered: I hate Red Bull even more than I did before. Even the smell now makes me feel sick. It does make you stay awake even better than coffee and is also available from the Tesco Metro next to ( Read more... )

On Wednesday, one of our home visiting staff members was attacked. He was hit on the head with a hammer.
( Sometimes I hate people... )

I have been doing a lot of thinking since I turned 25 a couple of weeks ago. (Oh yeah, I had a birthday party in Liverpool, it was great.) My family have been bugging me to death about my future and I've had a chance to think about it once again seriously (mostly at 3 in the morning like now). I have always known I am damn well ambitious and want ( Read more... )

I don't know why I'm still up. I need to Christmas shop tomorrow ( Read more... )

Things that pissed me off: people calling 'Christmas' 'Kissmas'. Like little girls on LJ. And ridiculously overcommercialised coffee shops. I just want to say: Oh my Fucking Gods, Starbucks, can you not get your sign painters to spell? Or do you honestly think you're being cute AND non-denominational? I bet you tried this out on a target ( Read more... )

I may whine on LJ, but there are far, far worse things to be in. Like a terrible accident. On Sunday I found out our old team leader, Mariam, got hit by a train on Friday night. One of the sales managers was there too and he was killed. He was just 21. She's in intensive care and apparently the doctors said she wouldn't make it. But she's ( Read more... )

It was a beautiful day this morning, the reason why autumn is my favourite season. The sky was perfectly clear and softly blue, and the sunlight was golden in a way it never quite is at any other time of the year. It was warm but the air was crisp, and the trees were still leafy, coloured in crimson, gold and flame. I live for those moments like ( Read more... )

Going back to work today. I have still got a cough (but I need the money). I feel like coughing all over my bitchy manager, grr! I have a sick note to shove in the managers' faces though, so there. :P

My parents are nice keep telling me not to worry about money. But *of course* I worry about money. Because they do. Parents make no sense.

Thoughts... I'm off sick again, called in yesterday and today because I have a cough and sore throat I can't shake, and honestly I don't care what they say to me at work anymore, I am not wrecking my health for anyone. The irony is that if it wasn't for the fact I would have to talk all day I would go in... if it was just admin or something. Next ( Read more... )

Dammit! Have to be in work today. Yes, I know, so does everyone else. And I'm not even in till 11.30 (to 8). But I was really hoping that I was off because my throat is still sore. At least the whole feeling fluey has gone. But I will be talking to the customers in a husky phone sex voice. Oh well, maybe they'll be nicer. :P ( Read more... )