Whits happnin'?
For Christmas this year I got:
A magnolia bath set. Magnolia. Much last minute present buying from wee bro?
£50 from mum, Anna Sui Sweet Dreams and socks.
Thats it. I love my mum.
In other news, working tomorrow at Ibrox, working Sunday at Mar Hall, and then out to Mother in Laws for a bit.
Then getting knuckled into uni work for my exams on my birthday. This years going to suck baws.
Saturday, 27 December 2008
Tuesday, 9 December 2008
Updates
I passed my theory test - Thanks for the well wishes and good lucks - Oh no, wait. You didn't send me any.
I have also been promoted to supervisor at the Temp Agency. The heady heights of £6.00 per hour and less physical work beckon. First supervisor shift tomorrow. Shittin' it
I have also been promoted to supervisor at the Temp Agency. The heady heights of £6.00 per hour and less physical work beckon. First supervisor shift tomorrow. Shittin' it
Friday, 5 December 2008
Pressure update
This is what I still have left to do on my urgent list
2. Fill in skills booklet, with references for uni (about 1/2 a day)
3.. Finish E-Learning for hand hygiene (about 8 hours)
6. Go to a concert
7. Spend Sunday babysitting
9. Study for driving theory test (although technically I could hammer it on Monday night)
10. Find time to sleep
Not bad eh?
2. Fill in skills booklet, with references for uni (about 1/2 a day)
3.. Finish E-Learning for hand hygiene (about 8 hours)
6. Go to a concert
7. Spend Sunday babysitting
9. Study for driving theory test (although technically I could hammer it on Monday night)
10. Find time to sleep
Not bad eh?
Damn you, rubbish eyes!
Wednesday and yesterday I could not find my glasses. I hunt high and low. I give up and resign myself to a nre pair of glasses. Trot off to Specsavers and shell out £50 for a new pair. They are red bold frames in case anyone is interested. I look like my mother.
I digress
Today during my tidy round the flat (well weekly tidy/deep clean, this is the day where I was/mop all floors hoover behind and underneath stuff, wash out the fridge etc) what do I find?
1 pair of glasses?
No I find 2. 2 bloody pair. This now brings the total number of pairs of glasses I own up to 3. Although my new pair have a stronger prescription as optician says that although I wear them for driving I should be wearing them most of the time. One eye is rubbish, one eye is okay, however my "good" eye is now starting to collapse under the strain of doing the work of two eyes really.
I digress
Today during my tidy round the flat (well weekly tidy/deep clean, this is the day where I was/mop all floors hoover behind and underneath stuff, wash out the fridge etc) what do I find?
1 pair of glasses?
No I find 2. 2 bloody pair. This now brings the total number of pairs of glasses I own up to 3. Although my new pair have a stronger prescription as optician says that although I wear them for driving I should be wearing them most of the time. One eye is rubbish, one eye is okay, however my "good" eye is now starting to collapse under the strain of doing the work of two eyes really.
Thursday, 4 December 2008
Pressure!
I have three days left this week
This means I have 3 days in which to:
1. Tidy house (about 1 hour should do it)
2. Fill in skills booklet, with references for uni (about 1/2 a day)
3. Start and finish E-Learning for hand hygiene (about 8 hours)
4. Complete 2nd Oral presentation for January (hopefully not too long, as I know what I'm doing)
5. Go to cinema
6. Go to a concert
7. Spend Sunday babysitting
8. Arrange meeting with uni tutor
9. Study for driving theory test (although technically I could hammer it on Monday night)
10. Find time to sleep
Actually that's a bit of a misleading statement because all I'm wanting to do is sleep, left to my own devices I will quite happily rack up 12-14 hours daily at the moment. I'm just tired all the time. I don't know what's wrong with me. No, I think I do. Its called being a pie.
On top of that list, I have to still find time to take dog to the vet for her booster, phone my temp agency and argue about wages and wage slips, get in another few driving lessons, finish my sewing projects, study, find some work I can try and fit in somewhere, continue to post away the DVDs I'm selling on Amazon, buy Christmas presents, wrap them, deliver them, find something to wear for lunch out with the "office".
Help me.
This means I have 3 days in which to:
1. Tidy house (about 1 hour should do it)
2. Fill in skills booklet, with references for uni (about 1/2 a day)
3. Start and finish E-Learning for hand hygiene (about 8 hours)
4. Complete 2nd Oral presentation for January (hopefully not too long, as I know what I'm doing)
5. Go to cinema
6. Go to a concert
7. Spend Sunday babysitting
8. Arrange meeting with uni tutor
9. Study for driving theory test (although technically I could hammer it on Monday night)
10. Find time to sleep
Actually that's a bit of a misleading statement because all I'm wanting to do is sleep, left to my own devices I will quite happily rack up 12-14 hours daily at the moment. I'm just tired all the time. I don't know what's wrong with me. No, I think I do. Its called being a pie.
On top of that list, I have to still find time to take dog to the vet for her booster, phone my temp agency and argue about wages and wage slips, get in another few driving lessons, finish my sewing projects, study, find some work I can try and fit in somewhere, continue to post away the DVDs I'm selling on Amazon, buy Christmas presents, wrap them, deliver them, find something to wear for lunch out with the "office".
Help me.
Wednesday, 3 December 2008
FREE DRINK!
DRINK! FECK!
http://www.glayva.com/herald/
Free miniature Glayva. Go on, its almost Christmas
http://www.glayva.com/herald/
Free miniature Glayva. Go on, its almost Christmas
Chepa dinner a go-go
I'm beginning to wish I didn't eat meat.
My mum (bless her) knows that I am skint. She also knows that whilst I will eat anything, husband will prefer his food to have come from an nanimal
So off mother trots to Asda, there she spots the reduced section. Ah how we love the reduced section in our house. Not as much as mum though. I tend to think I've picked up a bargain if its half price. Not mum...
"Here Son, much is this?"
"£1.35 madam"
"Gonnae reduce it a bit?"
"Errm okay"
"Gonnae reduce it a bit mair son?"
"Alright"
"Here, see whilst yer in daein they other bit, gonnae reduce this?"
The end result one very harassed Asda employee, and I get 5 legs of pork for £0.30 each. And a lamb roast, a duck, a packet of steak, 2 packs of chicken thighs, beef olives and sausages. All for £0.30p each.
Theres only so many times a week you can eat pork. I know I sound really ungrateful but I long for beans on toast
My mum (bless her) knows that I am skint. She also knows that whilst I will eat anything, husband will prefer his food to have come from an nanimal
So off mother trots to Asda, there she spots the reduced section. Ah how we love the reduced section in our house. Not as much as mum though. I tend to think I've picked up a bargain if its half price. Not mum...
"Here Son, much is this?"
"£1.35 madam"
"Gonnae reduce it a bit?"
"Errm okay"
"Gonnae reduce it a bit mair son?"
"Alright"
"Here, see whilst yer in daein they other bit, gonnae reduce this?"
The end result one very harassed Asda employee, and I get 5 legs of pork for £0.30 each. And a lamb roast, a duck, a packet of steak, 2 packs of chicken thighs, beef olives and sausages. All for £0.30p each.
Theres only so many times a week you can eat pork. I know I sound really ungrateful but I long for beans on toast
Monday, 1 December 2008
Don't get married
'nuff said.
In other news, budget now out the water due to In-Law related "emergency". Looking for permanent work/night shift now, that means I will have no work life balance at all any more.
Woe is me.
I am also a fat pie now.
Fuck it. Nothings worth the effort anyway. Least of all me.
Fuck you December, Fuck you.
In other news, budget now out the water due to In-Law related "emergency". Looking for permanent work/night shift now, that means I will have no work life balance at all any more.
Woe is me.
I am also a fat pie now.
Fuck it. Nothings worth the effort anyway. Least of all me.
Fuck you December, Fuck you.
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