I’m not ‘boring’. I’m English.
Posts tagged people
People Who Need People
Oct 16th
I met new people today and it didn’t suck. In fact it was immensely helpful in so many ways. I felt blessed to have met them and hope that this continues.
That was, however, the end of the day. The rest was spent in the most awkward of situations. I think my boss hates me. Well, my line manager.. not my boss. She is cold and looks at me like I killed her puppy in a previous life. I don’t get information passed to me, I am no longer told what I should be doing or what I shouldn’t be doing. The things which are Priority one at the beginning of the day and that I kill myself to finish suddenly drop to priority ‘who-cares’ but no one lets me know. I have moved desks four times, each place further and further from the others I work with making the flow of communication harder and harder. Ugh. I am whingy.
AND tomorrow I AM going to the hospital for BLOOD TESTS. I am not avoidy girl anymore.
Oh, and more news my counseling appointment came through. For Tuesday afternoon. This is the assessment for the CBT. I am going to admit this once. I’m scared.
Train Journey
Oct 12th
So let’s talk morning rudeness.
Let’s talk about a drunken tart on the train wearing next to nothing burping alcohol filling the train and swearing so loudly that I could hear them over the very loud music I was jamming down my ears to block them out.
Lets talk about the nice gentlemen who was on the train and came over to them asking if they would possibly tone down their language as it was upsetting some of the people he was with (a group of walkers).
Then let’s talk about how one of them told him to go fuck himself and threw a paper cup at his head as he walked away.
Let’s follow up that conversation with a quick word about the train conductor who saw all this and did nothing, and then the scary looking gangster dude who went over and told them that they disgusted him, and then went over to the gentleman to make sure he was okay.
Then let’s mention how a different girl went over to the walker’s and apologised whilst the cup thrower laughed and called her a fucking pussy.
Then lets talk about how scary looking gangster guy helped the elderly gentlemen, his wife and friends into another carriage, told me to go with them, and then closed the door on the disgusting scene.
And then I went to work.
