Cross Your Fingers... And Toes... And Eyes...

And anything else you've got that's crossable (in polite company, anyway)...

There's a chance that my possible new house will be ready to view tomorrow... and I'm so desperately hoping that it's going to be suitable, because I really want to move to that area again.

But if it is suitable, then that opens a whole new scary can of worms... because the council are going to want me out of here and in there in a very short time - and I work 6 days a week, and there's just me... no partner to help or support me... and the last (and only other time) I moved house, I was 9 years old... and everyone says moving house is so stressful...

HELP!!!!

My Life Just Gets Better And Better...

Let's see... what's happening in the life of Ally right now?

Well, Wednesday this week (5th) is my second exam for my accounting course... and have I got time off to study for it? Have I f*ck as like! The exam's on Wednesday afternoon, and I mentioned having at least Wednesday morning off - and the boss' reaction? "Well, if you were going to study, then maybe... but if you just wanted to doss around until your exam, then no..." I've been taking my past papers and text books to work with me every day, but every time I have some spare time that I could be studying, he finds little jobs for me to do so that I can't study.

Then next Thursday, Friday and Saturday I'm left ENTIRELY on my own up at the office, because the boss has decided now is the time for him to go away and do training courses (that aren't strictly to do with the business, but I can't go into too much detail about that), and Flunky is away the Thursday and Friday (which the boss knew about when he booked his courses). So, 8am starts, no lunchbreaks, no getting away from the place, and 3 days of saying to customers "Sorry... I don't know if that's here... I don't know what size of cable you need to wire that... I don't know if that's legal or not... I don't know if he's even ordered that..." and so on...

And then last Thursday our shopgirl went for a job interview... which she got a phone call to say later on Thursday morning that she'd got (god knows how... boss and I read the job description and, well... you work out what I'm trying to say). Now she's leaving - her last day is the 15th December - yep, just at our bloody busiest time... And, again, without saying too much, if this had happened a month or 6 weeks later, it wouldn't have been a problem... well, not for us, anyway... So, guess who's probably going to have to man the shop for the last week before Christmas? Despite the boss telling me this morning in the middle of a heated discussion that I could have Saturdays off no problem at all, and they'd get cover - yeah, right(!)

Sometimes I think a nervous breakdown is long overdue...