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Am v tired. We've got an event on Monday so it was all hands on deck today to get things done. I also had to phone some more people about this school children and nutrition event we're doing, and answer all the emails about that, despite that fact that I've only been there a month, I haven't done one of these before, and I don't really know what I'm doing! It's mostly good, don't get me wrong. At this point in my last job, I was already decided that I was going to leave, and had actually been to two interviews. In fact, it was tomorrow, in terms of last time in my old job - ie. the Saturday after I'd been there for four weeks - when I burst into tears in the car and finally admitted how utterly miserable I was. So compared to that, it's great. I've not even thought of leaving once, certainly haven't looked into any other jobs, and don't plan to. I can't see myself staying there forever. The company won't want me to stay forever, apart from anything else. But I think I'll do six months at the very, very least. Probably a year. Possibly more. So yeah, it's good.
( However, I do have a few whinge points )
Anyway, enough of my moaning. It's 95% good, 5% trauma, and that's pretty reasonable.
I'm going to an ice hockey game tomorrow. Should be interesting. All I know about ice hockey is that it's jolly violent, but I'm feeling in the mood for a bit of violence, so that fits nicely. Then on Sunday TMO is descending to help Aunt C (recently split from partner, and needing to sell their jointly-owned house asap) paint the living room, and I have been drafted in to assist. "Do you have any old clothes up there?" TMO said. "No," said I. "I only brought stuff I'll actually wear." "Right," she said. "Do you have any old clothes at home?" "I don't know," I said. She repeated the question four or five times, as is her wont when faced with a lack of comprehension on the part of someone she's talking to. It's never that she's phrased something badly, that she isn't making sense, or that she could do anything to explain what she's talking about. It's always just that you are too stupid to have understood the first time, and need to hear the question or statement again so your slow brain can process it*. "Unless the wardrobe is right there in front of me, I don't know what's in it!" I explained. She threatened to go poking around looking for "old" clothes, but, partly because her view of "old" and mine do not coincide, and partly because I have mildly indecent fanwear in there, I said no freaking way. She's bringing me an old t-shirt of hers to wear. I live in fear.
* the management would like to apologise for the unreasonable amount of bile and wrath spewing forth from this journal tonight. It is attributed to a low blood sugar count, and it is predicted that normal operating procedure will be back in place within a few hours. Thank you. Have a nice day.
I swear, I'm going to get on to those fics this weekend too. Promises from me should come with a disclaimer. Sorry. But they will get done. They might take some time, but hopefully they'll be worth it. I am planning to research Prague this weekend. Yay :)
