I HAVE FUCKING DONE IT GONE TWO WEEKS WITHOUT....
I had a bloody tough day which culminated in a really stupid conversation my my US colleague... It cannot be denied that I'm really grouchy at the mo... but its sort of justified...I am surrounded by morons.
Stuff which is a pain and which doesn't help
Our boiler doesn't work properly
the dishwasher's fucked
Barclaycard rejected me... bcause of a small spelling mistake of my surname on my utility bill (I spell out my surname 3/4 days a day... you English are so fucking lazy when it comes to spelling preferring to ask how to spell that knee-jerk style as soon as something sounds foreign, than to even have a stab a it. How do you THINK its spelt love... )but its going to get sorted out. I think. LOvely lady called Diana called me back after I called the guy on the form letter and pointed out that an organization like Barclaycard could not afford to lose a potential customer like me on the basis of a stupid clerical error - cookie cutters were mentioned and I think that did the trick. BUt anyway lots of stress
We're still looking for a place to live.. we have done a second viewing today but when I went back a whole room seemed to have dissapeared from the upstairs floor and the floor had switched from floorboards to laminate.
the plumber hasn't come round
Xmas shopping to do - I really hate this... look out of SPECIAL XMAS WHINGE soon.
So am I coke free? No way. I know I'm not there yer. Mr Hyde made me get off the bus on the way home and look for the Man. You know what saved me... I didn't find him (I've taken the nmber off the mobile).
This single incident has saved my bacon and I'm through the barrier... day FIFTEEN. I think this is great. Really, really great and pat on the back to me.
Tomorro on Day Fifteen I will be a bit pissed on he way home... I will need to make sure I go home direcly and don't see The Man on the way back.
Anyway... nity nite all you lovely bloggers