Day Two of Eight completed. Food in my belly, a slight pain in my lower back, tiredness floating around like jetsam inside my skull. The problem with my shifts has been resolved and all signs point to America. Just need to get travel insurance and maybe some clothes shopping ( Read more... )

Jim, who agreed to shift swap with me, entered one of the dates wrong in the diary. Instead of the 19th (which I needed), he put it down on the 16th! Idiot! I'm fucking livid. I've left numerous messages on his phone during the day, trying to sort it out. I don't need this hassle ( Read more... )

Everything is now set. I have booked a seat on a commercial airline, leaving on 16th July and landing back in England on 10th August. 25 days. I will not embarrass myself by revealing the cost of the ticket because it's.. well, embarrassing. The airline industry sure knows how to encourage people to fly. If I hadn't fucked up my Airport I.D. ( Read more... )

So, I told Kerry on the phone last night that I'm free to spend three weeks in New Jersey, should she have the time and inclination. We both felt giddy and excited. My heart was racing. We were both quite speechless about it as the prospect sunk in through many layers of skin. She said she was glad she had been lying down when I delivered the news ( Read more... )

Take the time to make some sense
Of what you want you to say,
And cast your words away upon the waves...

I truly don't have the right to moan. I'm sorry.

OK, another piece of the jigsaw falls into place. Jim, a co-worker, just called me to confirm he can do the shifts I need covering if I reciprocate with some of his. He wants me to do three shifts before I go away. This, added to my normal shift schedule, will end up looking like this ( Read more... )

Due to extenuating circumstances (my boss fucking me over), I am not driving down to Brighton today to see Joe. Having stayed all night Monday, I was hoping to go home last night (such are the joys of being overstaffed on a dead shift). Until a monster shipload of freight came in. Boss said I'd probably have to stay all night, meaning I'd be ( Read more... )

It probably wasn't the furthest thing from my mind when I went into work last night. I could string this out into a very anecdotal little story, but the long and short of it is that I have booked the majority of 16th July until 10th August off as vacation, with the intention of going out to see Kerry and talking to her face to face to go through ( Read more... )

Kerry's exam went OK. Ish. Hard to tell. Called her last night, during which she mentioned Dr.Phil (a regular on the Oprah show who always looks like Geoffrey Tambor from The Larry Sanders Show) and one of his soundbites: "Guilt is a waste of time". Which seems ridiculous to me. He says guilt is not productive, not active. Therefore, we should not ( Read more... )