Well, back from re-interviewing at my old temp agency ( Read more... )

Sounds like I missed a day of all around shit.

Right now, I'm glad. It's 36 degrees C here, I've been walking home in it, my feet hurt and I am just looking for someone to do verbal or physical violence to. So ...

( Rant. A vicious one. No apologies. )

Oh, now this is rich. We appear to have some poor little souls who are having trouble taking responsibility for their own actions.
( Ranting. Hooooo ranting! )

Oh giggle. Oh tee-hee. Oh please ...

Look, Mommy! REAL CYLONS!

A friend of mine had this dog. His name was Raven. He looked like a sort of big staffordshire terrier, a big solid slab of muscle. He was a good dog. He was the kind of dog who didn't just know when you were sad, he knew why. The kind of dog who would read a newspaper rather than pee on it. The kind of dog that did understand every word you said ( Read more... )

My work week was supposed to be something like this ( Read more... )

Good Gods, I'm up and down like a yoyo ( Read more... )

OK, the hurt is kicking in here. The numbness has worn off and the situation is slowly sinking in. I've gone from 'why aren't I feeling anything?' to looking arounde thinking 'what do I do?'. Not 'do' as in fix the situation, although that would be optimal, but 'do' as 'get through this ( Read more... )

I don't seem to be able to cry. I sort of feel like I should, but except for reading the comments from my buds on here and on email (Hugs and thanks to all) I haven't cried.

It's ... weird. I don't know if I'm still hoping, or don't dare crack or I'll shatter, or whether ... whether this is not the bad thing it first appears.

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I'm having one of THOSE phases. One of the 'everything I write/do/create is stupid' phases.

Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!

Alright, phase - get fell in, do your stuff and get lost!