Poo bum willy wank
Last night was cool I guess...Chris came round later on, and we all watched the Catherine Tate Show Xmas special (utter shite), Never Mind The Buzzcocks featuring Mistress (fabulous), American Dad (brillz) and Family Guy, with an interlude where I dug out my CD wallets from my teeny years so I could lend Chris Pavement. It was a nice little trip down memory lane, and thanks to Chris for the coider. We ate sticky toffee pudding covered in squirty cream and I inflicted Living End on them. I got to bed for about half twelve and fell asleep near-instantly.
Today I feel just as despondent as I did for most of last night...and just as much of a social leper. *sighs* It'll pass. I'm just overtired and a bit run down. I'm looking forward to Christmas. It'll be a good weekend. Joe's gonna love his present, I just KNOW it. I'm gonna love mine too...we're gonna watch telly, including new Dr Who (yay!), eat a shedload (must get healthy in new year, I'm breaking out in majorly unattractive zits, oh joy, oh woo).
Tonight is Mavis's birthday drinks, and today is payday. This cannot be a bad thing. Wilkinson's later. It's gonna be rammed...never mind. I can handle people...I'm sure I can. Must. Pep. Myself. Up.
After all, am I not known for being a lively and entertaining person?
[EDIT] Phew, close shave just now - Barbara came in wanting to know something, turns out she's discussing the contract-termination thing with HR...and I'm just like, "NOOOOOOOOOO I'M GOING ONTO THE BANK STAFF! THEY'VE ALREADY ACCEPTED ME! WE NEED TO DO A CONTRACT AMENDMENT NOT A TERMINATION!!" and she was all like, "Oh, thanks for telling me..." and we sorted out my remaining Annual Leave, giving me all next week off and I'm being paid for the whole month, not just til the 23rd, plus two extra remaining days' annual leave. BOOYA!
Today I feel just as despondent as I did for most of last night...and just as much of a social leper. *sighs* It'll pass. I'm just overtired and a bit run down. I'm looking forward to Christmas. It'll be a good weekend. Joe's gonna love his present, I just KNOW it. I'm gonna love mine too...we're gonna watch telly, including new Dr Who (yay!), eat a shedload (must get healthy in new year, I'm breaking out in majorly unattractive zits, oh joy, oh woo).
Tonight is Mavis's birthday drinks, and today is payday. This cannot be a bad thing. Wilkinson's later. It's gonna be rammed...never mind. I can handle people...I'm sure I can. Must. Pep. Myself. Up.
After all, am I not known for being a lively and entertaining person?
[EDIT] Phew, close shave just now - Barbara came in wanting to know something, turns out she's discussing the contract-termination thing with HR...and I'm just like, "NOOOOOOOOOO I'M GOING ONTO THE BANK STAFF! THEY'VE ALREADY ACCEPTED ME! WE NEED TO DO A CONTRACT AMENDMENT NOT A TERMINATION!!" and she was all like, "Oh, thanks for telling me..." and we sorted out my remaining Annual Leave, giving me all next week off and I'm being paid for the whole month, not just til the 23rd, plus two extra remaining days' annual leave. BOOYA!