Sleep?

Gah, being sociable is tiring! The parents went away on Monday and I decided I wanted company for the 2weeks they’re away. I’m not sure I’m going to be able to keep up with myself though…

So far I’ve been in the same pub 3 nights in a row. I’ve thrown a staff party that lasted til 3am when I had work at 10am. I cooked dinner for ShopGirl last night and this evening she’s returning with BFF for some more of my home cooking and cheap wine.

Tomorrow The Guy is coming to stay, and on Sunday evening I’m hopping on a train to Beaconsfield to spend a couple of days with Kitch. Next week I’m working a hell of a lot of hours at the Kids’ Club – including 8am-6pm visiting a farm. On Friday 4 of my old uni friends are coming to stay for the weekend and I know it’ll be a slightly mad one.

On top of all this I have to keep walking the dog and I have to keep visiting the allotment. I’ve not really been up there often over these past few days and, to my horror, the gherkin plants in the greenhouse appear to have withered. Fuuuck. I think they’re going to need a bit of TLC over the next week to bring them back to life before the parents get home.

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How To Ruin My Afternoon

Stupid incompetent people!! I sometimes think it should be much easier to be able to sack people… There are so many people (usually on the end of a telephone for a huge business/institution) who are absolutely incompetent and cause a lot of trouble because of it!

The conditions of my place at The University in September were a complete health check, GCSE grades in English and Maths, and a complete Criminal Records Bureau check. Simple, I thought.

I filled in two CRB forms at the same time, one for The University and one for the Kids’ Club where I am currently working. The latter came back within 2weeks, as they usually do. The one for The University was received, and a letter sent in reply asking for me to confirm my address between two dates. I emailed the info they needed (it wasn’t hard, my address has stayed the same for 11yrs). The reply came asking for my 5yr address history (again, I said it had been the same for 11yrs). The same guy replied, asking for my address history to the nearest month (what?!). I sent a lengthy email explaining what I’d already explained.

Basically, until my offer conditions are fulfilled, the accommodation office won’t let my application proceed. They won’t consider me for a room in halls of residence unless my course place is confirmed.

So I called admissions today… She couldn’t work out if I’d fulfilled my conditions. After umming and urring she put me on to ‘Chris’ who told me to look online – he could have just looked it up on his computer, but no. Online it still said ‘Conditional’ but didn’t specify which condition hadn’t been met! So I called admissions AGAIN and a nice lady explained that it was, indeed, my CRB check that was causing a problem. She advised me to track it online…

…I went to the website and I needed a tracking number which only The University could tell me. So I called AGAIN and a nice-sounding man said someone had copied down the number wrong and missed a digit. Seriously, how hard is it to copy down a number? He said he’d call the CRB office for me and see what was going on.

As an email popped up on my screen from him, my phone rang. It was a woman from admissions asking why I’d called the nice-sounding man after I’d spoken to her because she’d already told me what I needed to know! The cheek of it! I’d called him for the damn number and it was nothing really to do with her?! Even if I’d called him because, for instance, I didn’t trust what she was telling me, there’s no way in hell she had the right to call me back to demand to know why I’d called him.

As it happens, the nice-sounding man was the guy that had sent all the initial emails questioning, repeatedly, my address history. So he might sound nice, but he’s part of the same annoyingly incompetent team The University seem fit to employ.

Back To Good

I went picking courgettes on the parents’ allotment yesterday and managed to catch my hand on a stinging nettle. I got stung twice on the palm of my hand and once on the tip of my middle finger. Despite doing it 18hrs ago, I still can’t use my middle finger to type! I guess there are so many nerves in finger tips…

I’m feeling very much more positive. I was miserable about Driver for well over a week and I can’t do it any more. I’m starting to feel much more like myself. I’m usually characterised by a smile and my positive nature. Everything will always turn out alright in the end.

Yesterday I went running. It felt gooood. I ran around the track on my old school playing fields a few times… Does anyone know how long those tracks are? I’m sure they’re all a standard length? I want to be able to judge how well I’m doing. I’ve run once since being with Driver, and the combination of no exercise and my father’s cooking has resulted in my body changing. I’m not fat, but I’m not what I used to be. Being in a long distance relationship made it easy to not care so much about how I looked… No wonder I wasn’t tempted by other men, they clearly weren’t tempted by me!

I spoke to The Guy last night. We had previously agreed to meet this weekend, and I thought we’d just meet somewhere midway, spend the day together and maybe have dinner before going our seperate ways. Last night he suggested he came all the way to my town, seeing as I have an empty house. So… The Guy is coming to stay at my house. Won’t that be interesting, considering he now has a girlfriend? How the tables have turned; it was always me being with Driver that hindered us, and now I’m (apparently) single but he’s not.

My New Hobby.

When I found out I had the job, Mum (the school secretary) warned me to steer clear of Him; his girlfriend (a teacher) had already taken a disliking to me purely because I was a young and relatively attractive female. You know, she’s one of those annoying women that thinks every other girl is going to be after her boyfriend. I did wonder why she blatantly ignored me in the staff room. Those girlfriends are stupid; they just make me want to wind them up even more…

When I told CrazyFriend we’d be working together, we laughed about Him; last time we worked together he’d told her he “had to leave the classroom because [he] couldn’t stop flirting”. I’m sure I didn’t notice any flirting.

As part of my drunken “I’m going to rebound alllllll over town” speech, CrazyF and I decided that I should entertain myself at work by trying to “seduce” him. Firstly, flirting would cheer me up so I could forget about this Driver mess. Secondly, it would make work more entertaining for CrazyF and myself. And thirdly, it would piss off his silly girlfriend and serve her right for being  less than welcoming in the staffroom.

It’s fun. There’s nothing to it other than entertainment… I doubt he’d over-step any marks and neither would I. But you really can’t beat a good bit of flirting. It cheers me up and it’s taken my mind off Driver. Days at work fly by with a bit of harmless flirting.