Wednesday was a busy day... college in the morning, for what is possibly our last class before the exam on the 18th - and I am bricking it. "Don't worry," the teacher says, "You only need to get about 3 quarters of the paper right to pass." Oh, that's okay then(!)
Then up to the office for a couple of hours, to try and make a hole in the nearly 2 weeks' worth of my work that's not been done while I've been down at the bloody shop.... and then down to the bloody shop, without a dinner break. Managed to dash into a shop before the boss' wife went away and got a packet of crisps and a bottle of some kind of yogurt drink.
Pottered about on the computer in the evening... until I fell asleep listening to music. Woke up with a shock at 3am when my chair tilted back and nearly deposited me on the floor. Went to bed, and was awake until about half past 4 - fucking fucked-up sleep pattern.
Thursday... started really badly, off the back of not getting to sleep last night... I woke up at half past 10 - but I was meant to open the shop at 9am!!!! Not good! Boss had sussed out something was up though (like the fact I WASN'T up) and he went down to the shop. Kicked my way out of bed, dressed in a hurry (least, I think I had all my clothes on), and left the poor cats outside with no breakfast! Left the house at quarter to 11.
Arrived down the shop, and thankfully the boss was nowhere as angry and/or sarcastic as he could (justifiably) have been. Was left there the rest of the day though. His wife did come in from the back of 1pm until just before 3pm (funny how when he left at 11am, he said she was going to be in "within the hour").
Meeting with a couple of Home Support/Social Work ones tonight. Hopefully we can get things moving on the sorting out all the stuff that Mum & Dad accumulated, and can get rid of some of the furniture and tat. But not until after my exam on the 18th.
Speaking of that (again), I was kind of hoping to get the morning off to do last minute revision and stuff, but not a chance - the boss and his wife are away, there will be only the (bandaged and on crutches) shopgirl in the shop, and Flunky will be in, but he's got a football match at the weekend, and he already knows he's going to be feeling a bit unhealthy after it (nothing to do with the football... more the apres football, if you get my drift)... so I'm needed at the office. How am I ever going to pass this exam? Positive thoughts, people.
Well, now I'm going to bugger off to bed, and try to get there before midnight to avoid a repeat of this morning if I can!
Then up to the office for a couple of hours, to try and make a hole in the nearly 2 weeks' worth of my work that's not been done while I've been down at the bloody shop.... and then down to the bloody shop, without a dinner break. Managed to dash into a shop before the boss' wife went away and got a packet of crisps and a bottle of some kind of yogurt drink.
Pottered about on the computer in the evening... until I fell asleep listening to music. Woke up with a shock at 3am when my chair tilted back and nearly deposited me on the floor. Went to bed, and was awake until about half past 4 - fucking fucked-up sleep pattern.
Thursday... started really badly, off the back of not getting to sleep last night... I woke up at half past 10 - but I was meant to open the shop at 9am!!!! Not good! Boss had sussed out something was up though (like the fact I WASN'T up) and he went down to the shop. Kicked my way out of bed, dressed in a hurry (least, I think I had all my clothes on), and left the poor cats outside with no breakfast! Left the house at quarter to 11.
Arrived down the shop, and thankfully the boss was nowhere as angry and/or sarcastic as he could (justifiably) have been. Was left there the rest of the day though. His wife did come in from the back of 1pm until just before 3pm (funny how when he left at 11am, he said she was going to be in "within the hour").
Meeting with a couple of Home Support/Social Work ones tonight. Hopefully we can get things moving on the sorting out all the stuff that Mum & Dad accumulated, and can get rid of some of the furniture and tat. But not until after my exam on the 18th.
Speaking of that (again), I was kind of hoping to get the morning off to do last minute revision and stuff, but not a chance - the boss and his wife are away, there will be only the (bandaged and on crutches) shopgirl in the shop, and Flunky will be in, but he's got a football match at the weekend, and he already knows he's going to be feeling a bit unhealthy after it (nothing to do with the football... more the apres football, if you get my drift)... so I'm needed at the office. How am I ever going to pass this exam? Positive thoughts, people.
Well, now I'm going to bugger off to bed, and try to get there before midnight to avoid a repeat of this morning if I can!
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