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So, after only one week of employment at Aughton Park I'm now once again job hunting. This should come as no shock since my time working there has gone as follows - get job, management change my hours, no one knows what I'm supposed to be doing or where I'm supposed to be doing it or how much I'm getting paid, I catch a too-bad-to-be-from-anywhere-other-than-Satan's-arse stomach virus from the residents rendering me toilet-bound and miserable for a few days and THEN they decide to not only change my hours, but increase them too. Don't get me wrong, I'm not afraid of too much hard work, but the new rota meant I'd never see my dad which, when you consider I'm moving away in a few months, was never going to thrill me. So that's that. I spoke to Lorraine this morning and she was really understanding, appreciated my honesty and such. Of course I lied and said I liked it there, loved the people, the work blahblahblah. They don't need to know I thought everyone was rude, the place badly run and the job description vague and useless. ::shrug:: I'm working tomorrow, really as a favour since they don't have many staff working over the weekend, and then it's ready meals and Trisha once more until I find another job. :)
Strange thing happened today in work actually. I discovered that one of my colleagues ((now ex colleagues - yay!)) is the mother of one of my old friends from high school. She is, in fact, the mother of Joe's best friend, Graham. I haven't mentioned Joe in here for a long time, if ever, but he was my high school "love", my first serious boyfriend before Adam. We were together nearly eight months and I broke his heart, evil harlot that I am. We didn't speak after we broke up and within a few months I was with Adam anyway. I'd stopped speaking to Graham as well, but of course his mother didn't know this so she was happily chatting away to me about both Joe and Graham, obviously thinking it appropriate. Eek. I was fidgeting at this point, wishing she'd break for breath so I could make my escape, when she said something that made me scream in my head, "what are the fucking odds???!!!
- "Graham can't wait to go off to university now, since all his friends have gone already. Joe's at Sheffield and loves it but sadly they don't do Graham's course there..."
Sheffield? Joe's at Sheffield?
I repeat, out loud now, what are the fucking odds? It's a strange feeling, knowing he's chosen to live in the same city as me and the boy. I know it's unlikely I'll even see him there and it's only a little baggage to take along with me for my new start, but still. What are the fucking odds? I guess what with us never having any closure I thought when we moved I'd find that, never having to worry about bumping into him in the street like I have done since we split up. No such luck it would seem.
That'll do for now, I don't want to waste any more time on this soul destroyingly dull entry.
Strange thing happened today in work actually. I discovered that one of my colleagues ((now ex colleagues - yay!)) is the mother of one of my old friends from high school. She is, in fact, the mother of Joe's best friend, Graham. I haven't mentioned Joe in here for a long time, if ever, but he was my high school "love", my first serious boyfriend before Adam. We were together nearly eight months and I broke his heart, evil harlot that I am. We didn't speak after we broke up and within a few months I was with Adam anyway. I'd stopped speaking to Graham as well, but of course his mother didn't know this so she was happily chatting away to me about both Joe and Graham, obviously thinking it appropriate. Eek. I was fidgeting at this point, wishing she'd break for breath so I could make my escape, when she said something that made me scream in my head, "what are the fucking odds???!!!
- "Graham can't wait to go off to university now, since all his friends have gone already. Joe's at Sheffield and loves it but sadly they don't do Graham's course there..."
Sheffield? Joe's at Sheffield?
I repeat, out loud now, what are the fucking odds? It's a strange feeling, knowing he's chosen to live in the same city as me and the boy. I know it's unlikely I'll even see him there and it's only a little baggage to take along with me for my new start, but still. What are the fucking odds? I guess what with us never having any closure I thought when we moved I'd find that, never having to worry about bumping into him in the street like I have done since we split up. No such luck it would seem.
That'll do for now, I don't want to waste any more time on this soul destroyingly dull entry.