why are you sitting here listening to that dead-eyed bitch?
It's been ages since I last posted on this. Meh. Anyway, since I last posted:
* Our Holly turned 17. We went out for a meal at Mex in Wakey. It was lovely.
* I had a PGDE interview at Strathclyde and didn't get on, even though I thought it went quite well. I now think I'm going to drop my application, as there's nowhere else I want to apply to (Edge Hill is full). So come September, I'm applying for JET, so I can go and teach in Japan.
* I went to London for the weekend and had a brilliant time. I went to a free Butcher Boy gig with Rachel and Kevin, and we went to How Does It Feel...?, and Ken and I tried to sing the 'hey's in No Cars Go by the Arcade Fire, without much success. Lots of Word Up was played. I kick ass at Word Up. I saw lots of my friends (no James though, boo) and had a great time. Only time I've had a great time all month.
* I've decided I'm moving to London. Nothing up here for me anymore anyway, no better time like the present. I need a fresh start anyway. I've got enough money to live down there for a couple of months so I've got time to find work. But I'd need to find one sharpish, so I'm applying as we speak for loads of admin jobs with the NHS. I really like working for the NHS.
* I went to the docs again about my anaemia. My doctor (who is fab) doesn't want me to have another blood test till May, when he's going to test me for other stuff too, and then if it's all okay I'll have another test a couple of months after that, and I'll carry on taking my iron tablets in the meantime.
* I got my hair cut today, Amelie style. Holly says I look like Marjorie Dawes from Little Britain. Nice vote of confidence there. I really liked it before she said that, and then that knocked me back a bit, and I'm not so sure. I'm stuck with it now though, and the Marjorie Dawes jokes that I know are coming. Yay...great.
So yeah, with the exception of that weekend in London, this month has been crap (massive understatement there). I think I'm losing it. I had a panic attack at work today. The pressure of all the important phone calls was getting to me. I'm working again tomorrow, which I'm really not looking forward to, but I guess with it being a Saturday morning it should, in theory, be pretty quiet. Plus it's time-and-a-third. Can't complain. I can apply for London jobs and look for a place to live and stuff. I need out of Wakefield, and the sooner, the better.
* Our Holly turned 17. We went out for a meal at Mex in Wakey. It was lovely.
* I had a PGDE interview at Strathclyde and didn't get on, even though I thought it went quite well. I now think I'm going to drop my application, as there's nowhere else I want to apply to (Edge Hill is full). So come September, I'm applying for JET, so I can go and teach in Japan.
* I went to London for the weekend and had a brilliant time. I went to a free Butcher Boy gig with Rachel and Kevin, and we went to How Does It Feel...?, and Ken and I tried to sing the 'hey's in No Cars Go by the Arcade Fire, without much success. Lots of Word Up was played. I kick ass at Word Up. I saw lots of my friends (no James though, boo) and had a great time. Only time I've had a great time all month.
* I've decided I'm moving to London. Nothing up here for me anymore anyway, no better time like the present. I need a fresh start anyway. I've got enough money to live down there for a couple of months so I've got time to find work. But I'd need to find one sharpish, so I'm applying as we speak for loads of admin jobs with the NHS. I really like working for the NHS.
* I went to the docs again about my anaemia. My doctor (who is fab) doesn't want me to have another blood test till May, when he's going to test me for other stuff too, and then if it's all okay I'll have another test a couple of months after that, and I'll carry on taking my iron tablets in the meantime.
* I got my hair cut today, Amelie style. Holly says I look like Marjorie Dawes from Little Britain. Nice vote of confidence there. I really liked it before she said that, and then that knocked me back a bit, and I'm not so sure. I'm stuck with it now though, and the Marjorie Dawes jokes that I know are coming. Yay...great.
So yeah, with the exception of that weekend in London, this month has been crap (massive understatement there). I think I'm losing it. I had a panic attack at work today. The pressure of all the important phone calls was getting to me. I'm working again tomorrow, which I'm really not looking forward to, but I guess with it being a Saturday morning it should, in theory, be pretty quiet. Plus it's time-and-a-third. Can't complain. I can apply for London jobs and look for a place to live and stuff. I need out of Wakefield, and the sooner, the better.