northenlass

Tired

Fri, 11 Aug 2006 19:19:03 GMT

I'm realy realy bloody tired so I'm going to bed and I don't care that it's 8.30pm a bloody childs bed time am goin to bed. 'Night.

Tue, 16 May 2006 07:09:59 GMT

Has anyone from London going to the Eurovision Appreciation Weekend have room in a car for a little one? Me that is.
If necessary I will be very companionable with all stuffed toys and other passengers.

Here's the link clarisinda asked for.

Mon, 09 Jan 2006 22:26:06 GMT

http://www.lonelyplanet.com/

Check out the forums for up todate/current info.

Post 34 had me giggling

Sun, 08 Jan 2006 12:33:37 GMT

http://thorntree.lonelyplanet.com/messagepost.cfm?postaction=reply&catid=44&threadid=991044&messid=8463187&STARTPAGE=1&parentid=0&from=1

Oh! not the day I planned

Thu, 05 Jan 2006 01:28:51 GMT

So I set off to work feeling crap (situation normal). When I parked my car I banged the underneath on the curb (mini metro). Went in to work/staff-meeting feeling crap (situation normal). No one asked about my holiday (situation normal). I started to have bouts of nausea (situation normal-ish). BUT I ended up having to leave the meeting several times as I felt I was going to vomit ( situation not normal).

Felt really bad, cold and shivery and got sent home as not fit to work/do my shift. Relief, but felt sick and not well. As I'm driving home, fighting the nausea, I realize there's this scraping noise coming from under the car. Decide that the best plan is to stop at the garage on my way. As usual, the garage man's eyes change to £ signs as I enter the office. Anyway I've basically completely buggered up the whole exhaust thingy an its going to cost.
I wanted to get out of there as fast as possible give the smell of oil wasn't helping the nausea. Got the bus home, 2 stops, but I'm not well.

I got home and decided to see if I could help myself feel better (those of a squeamish nature look away now)by just letting myself be sick, which didn't help much. Crawled into bed and cried myself to sleep, to be woken up at 7pm by my boss ringing to find out how I was feeling.

Eat some boiled rice and settled to watch a bit of telly (Rome) to find that the reception is crap. Spent most of the programe fiddling a round with the aerial and wires coming out of the back of the telly. Gave it up to go on the 'putor to find I can't get on line as the intermittent fault that BT can't find has returned and I can't get on line.

Anyway, have had to spend some more time with the big white telephone and have an other sleep. Still feel sickly, but have got on line eventually.

So you know those positive thoughts I asked for.....could you please stop 'cos its not working.

At all.

Back to w**k

Wed, 04 Jan 2006 09:56:29 GMT

The count downs started. I've to be there for 12md for the staff meeting. I will try very hard not to be bitter and difficult for as long as possible. So that will take care of the first 5mins.
Then I'll be at work till tomorrow afternoon. It won't be so bad once every one else has gone. The clients are fine and I get on well with them. Its just the fuckwits who are my colleagues that seriously piss me off. I prefer to work with the agency staff, at least they try to be competent.

The headache I associate with work is starting to return and my shoulders are creeping up towards my ears. So I have to do my relaxation exercises.

Having trouble finding a positive thought to think.

My friend who has the baby and SA in laws, gave me 2 books for xmas. Both about traveling the Trans-Siberian express. I need to start some serious saving for the trip. And need to save to get work done on the flat so it can be rented out whilst I'm away. And I need to start going through my books and stuff sorting out what I want to keep, with a view to reducing the amount of space I'll need when my stuff goes into storage.

I need to start working on my CV as well, with a view to getting some kind of work in SA. I want to experience living in another country and I have connections in SA. Its all a bit "pie in the sky" at the moment, but I'm hopeful.

Its a 2yr plan. 2yrs saving and research, then the train trip, followed by SA. Rent my flat out, which I hope at least will cover my costs in the UK and perhaps a small income. The longer I can rent the flat out the more likely it is it will give me an income.

Can't put it of any longer I have to get ready for work. Wish me luck and send positive thoughts.

Just thinking.......

Tue, 03 Jan 2006 16:35:31 GMT

.......it won't be that long before I see my SA friend as apparently there may be a wedding in SA later this year.
Ohhh little smiley thingys.

My first entry.....

Tue, 03 Jan 2006 15:13:27 GMT

Well this is my first journal entry and I'm not feeling the best.

Its back to bl**dy work tomorrow and the depressive state that's becoming my normal is returning fast. I've had several "issues" at work for a while now and my usual "grit your teeth and get on with it" attitude is crumbling fast. Recently I've often been on the edge of tears.

However, following my personal ethos, of following a bad thought with a good thought....

I went to Amsterdam with 4 people I just knew and came back with 4 new friends. We went by ferry and train which wasn't every ones first choice as it was very long and tiring. However, when we eventually reached the apartment, which was spot on, we cheered up. I was disorientated at first, but once I established we were close to Rembrantsplien, I knew just where we were. Excellent!!!!

Then, there was a NY party, where I caught up with another 2 friends and meet up with some more people. I slept on the landing, which was the only space that had en-suite facilities!
There was a leisurely pub lunch then I'd blagged a lift to my next social appointment.

I spent New Years day with an old friend, her husband, her baby and her South African in laws. The in laws were going back to SA the next day and I so wanted to see them. Particularly the Mum in law, we've only meet once before but we had that "immediate friends thing" happen. The next day we ended up sobbing on each others shoulders as we didn't know when we would see each other again.

So, that's it my first entry. Please be kind, I'm feeling vulnerable.