It’s Christmas Eve and I’ve only wrapped two fuckin’ presents…

Nope, I still don’t feel even the slightest bit festive. It doesn’t feel like Christmas and… well… meh. Hopefully the snow will clear so I can still get up to Weasel’s for the New Year *scowls*

So, job wise… I didn’t get the job at Dodds – which, as it turned out, wasn’t enough money. It would have involved taking a 3k paycut. Yeah, I don’t think so. But according to the email I got back, they were both very impressed with me at the interview and will be keeping my details on file as, and I quote, We do have several potential opportunities in the pipeline in the new year, and I shall be in touch to discuss then with you.
Which, is usually just a standard line but its how I found out about this one so we shall see.

I handed in my notice at QMP yesterday as well. And it was amazing how much of a relief doing that was. I got SO bored and the drive was stressing me out. I just hadn’t realised how bad it had got until I don’t have to do it.
Doncasters is in Shrewsbury. It’s 14.2 miles away, so that 28.4miles per day compared to the 26.2 each way I’m doing to Stourbridge. I’m taking a 25p per hour paycut, but with it being 8 hours more per week, and half the journey, I’m gonna be circa £50 a week better off.
That’s a lot, y’all.

And so many of my friends have just got new jobs, I think it’s going to be a damn good 2011 all around. I have good feelings for this coming year. It’s going to be a year of positivity, I’m determined it will be.

Seriously, HOW Is It Thursday?

I have an awkwardly timed job interview this morning. It’s at 11:00. So, basically, with the way the road to work is, by the time I’d have got to work (ie now), I’d have had to have turned straight back around to have got back to Telford for the interview. Yup, that’s right, it’s taking me at least an hour and a half to do a 26mile drive.

Although yesterday, I didn’t bother. I drove as far as the first roundabout, had skidded and slid across the road a couple times and thought fuck this, it ain’t safe, and turned round, drove back home again!
I have to get in at some point this afternoon though, even if its just to pick my stuff up and hand my notice in!

I also hate how this cold and damp is getting into my joints. We are NOT AMUSED. It’s -11C and snowing. Again. Or is that still? I’m moving like a freaking pensioner. *sigh* I know 30 is old but this is just ridiculous. I’m totes emigrating… who has heat?

My mum’s Christmas present finally came yesterday morning… but made me realise I have no idea what I did with her card. Which means I’m going to have to brave the ASDA again to buy another “to my mummy” card. And probably get her a box of dark chocolate or something.

A fuckload of sirens have just gone down the Telford circular. We’re talking at least 3 police cars and an ambulance. I’m guessing a car accident with this weather

I hate my internet connection. The weather isn’t helping of course. I just uploaded an mp3 for Nicole and seriously, it took over 10 minutes to upload one song. 10 MINUTES. One measly little 3mb mp3… yeah, I hate my internet connection!

I think that’s about it for random bursts of updateness for today.

She’ll never know that I’m the best she’ll never have

Yesterday was a very… exciting day. It involved falling over, passing out and calling 999 – all three incidents completely unrelated to each other!

I had my appointment at the doctors to have more tests done. Which is where the fun starts, because it seems in all their wisdom, no-one bothered to grit the doctors office carpark or the path that went from the car park to the door. I went flying, jarred all my right side – which is always my sorest side anyway.
GREAT start to the day.
I lodged a complaint. They apologised.

This time, blood tests. Now, you know me… I don’t do good with needles or blood or anything doctor-related. And this was for a full blood work, so they were taking 4 fucking vials. Because I know I’m a fainter, I warned her first so I get to lie down. It was a phlebotomist who did the test rather than a nurse so she asked me if I pass out does she get a nurse, to which I reply that no I’ll come round and she’s best just carrying on. I passed out, and she did. I can tell the difference with a phlebotomist vs a nurse taking the blood though – no bruise or anything.

So now I just play the horrible waiting game… I don’t know if I want the rheumatic markers to come back as negative or positive.
If its positive, then that fuckin sucks because it would mean I’m 29 and have arthritis in my knees, hips (which is a given anyway!), wrists, shoulders, elbows and fingers. BUT it means we have a diagnosis (finally!) and can start to do something about it.
If its negative, then I’m still in fucking pain and we still don’t know why.

It’s safe to say that regardless of what the tests show, I’m a seriously fuckin scared llama

My other task for the day was to go to Wellington and pick up a parcel from the delivery office. It went nice and smooth, even though my ID has a different address – note to self – send your driving license off to get it updated!. But when I was making my way back to the car, a girl walking towards me slipped over on the ice, hit her head, hurt her back and couldn’t get back up again. She was dizzy, nauseous… all my first aid kicked in and I didn’t know I still knew half of it, so that was quite a nice feeling really. I called 999, I grabbed a couple blankets from Lotte and stayed with her until the ambulance came. I was really surprised how everyone who walked past though came over and made sure she was ok, if we needed anything. That was also really nice.

I think that’s about it and I have no plans for today (although I do want to reorganise my icons and I do need to update my fic sticky over at livejournal, and start getting my fanfic up on here) so I think I’m gonna snuggle down and carry on with Buffy season 2.
I still adore Buffy/Angel and Willow/Oz and Spike/Dru. I still can’t stand Xander/Cordy. I still think Angelus is so much more fun than Angel.
I got as far as Phases last night, which was amusing because I was in a total werewolf mood – I was reading and writing werewolf fic, as well as watching Phases. I’m almost tempted to download some cheesy werewolf movies when I go round mum’s later… any recommendations?

Tis The Season…

Everyone around me seems to be getting in a right tizzy over Christmas, stressing about decorations, excited and all a buzz. But in all honesty, I feel pretty damn ambivalent about the whole affair. I’m not a Christmas person. I’m not religious so it’s not a particularly important day for me. I don’t have children, so it’s not a particularly exciting day either. To me, it’s just another day. A ridiculously commercialised day.

I did have a miniature burst of festiveness last weekend. I was in ASDA and the Salvation Army band were playing carols so I had a good sing-a-long… although I did get annoyed because I couldn’t remember the words to Good King Wenceslas.
I wish there were still traditional carol services… because that I would go to. It would envoke some wonderful childhood memories of going to the Midnight Carol Service with my dad when I was very little and falling asleep on his lap mid-service

I’ve bought a couple presents – for my best friend, my mum, my girlfriend.
I’m not sending physical cards due to epic levels of being broke – but I will be sending out e-cards, probably over the coming week.

The only thing I can really look forward to is a long weekend. With Christmas being on the Saturday, and Boxing Day on the Sunday we get the Monday and Tuesday off work as Bank Holidays. Of course, two days with no work = two days with no money. And to make matters worse, the entire factory is closed for the period between Christmas and New Year so in fact thats an entire week with no work, therefore an entire week with no money. I have asked the agency to find me work for that week, else I’m going to have to do a rapid reclaim of my benefits. Epic Do Not Want there!

So there you go. Christmas is nothing special in my house, it’s just any other day.
Bah Freaking Humbug

So this is Christmas

Loving
Tracy   Indigo   Cecilie

…. and its been a bit of an adventure, really.

It started at lunch time Christmas Eve in work. I got up from my desk to go on my lunch, my good knee went POP that loudly that the person sitting next to me nearly passed out. I dropped back into chair, clutching knee and swearing loudly. One of the lads went and got me my crutches from Lotte, I doped up on Ibuprofen and carried on. Got home from work and said to mum “I think I need to go to A&E”
Course, I didn’t want to go to the hospital what with it being Christmas Eve. Mum suggested I rang NHS Direct, who got ShropDoc to come see me, who sent me up the hospital for an x-ray.
Luckily nothing was broken or chipped or out of place – but I only went and tore the medial collateral ligament in my left knee. My good knee. By standing up
*facepalm*

The evening was spent on the good painkillers. Like utterly high on them. Which, according to Nicole was adorable.

Then, the early hours of Christmas morning were spent throwing up – pretty sure it was a stress reaction cos I felt absolutely fine. *shrugs*

Christmas Day itself was lovely and relaxed. Opened presents with mum. She got me S1 Leverage DVD boxset, a box of Walnut Whip, my blue peter annual and she knitted me a freaking awesome sweater. *snuggles in it*
I got a box of Lush bath stuff from my sister and a HMV voucher from my nephew.

Had a gorgeous roast beef dinner with all the trimmings. then had pure yuletide orgasmic bliss courtesy of a christmas pudding with cream.
And then the afternoon was spent playing Trivial Pursuit.

Was a very good Christmas, all in all

Yesterday, I bought myself Bones S1 and Supernatural S4 DVD boxsets in the sale \o/ Plus, mum and I are looking at buying a Wii between us if we can find one that we deem affordable

Although then there was one hell of a fit of emo and misery that happened last night. Having two bum knees and being stuck on my ass is just… not good for my mental state. And I’m so fucking scared, y’know? I mean, I know I’ve ‘only’ torn the ligament and it’ll start to heal in a week or so but last night, oh God I literally couldn’t fucking move. It was as much as I could do to get up off the couch, couldn’t walk because neither of my knees were taking my weight, my hips were screaming because of how I was trying to walk and I just… I couldn’t

I’m 28. I’m not supposed to hurt like this. What the fuck sort of state am I gonna be in come 10 years, 20 years time?

Today however has been lovely and relaxing – word puzzles and quizzes with my mum and spending hours upon hours playing farmville, vampire wars, mafia wars etc on facebook
♥