![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Friday night...
Aug. 6th, 2004 10:24 pmSo it's Friday night and I'm home alone once again. Tonight's even worse than usual as the Big Brother Final is clogging up Channel 4 and all the other channels are showing boring stuff because they know everyone's watching Big Brother!
I've been looking at other people's journals. It seems that most of the people who share my interests are depressed American teenagers or maybe it's just that most of the people who bother writing livejournals are depressed American teenagers!
I must keep myself under control this weekend. It was pay day last Friday and I went into town last weekend and spent nearly £200 on clothes. I don't feel that this was excessive as most of them were for work and I got a lot for my money, but spending a lump sum at the start of the month means I have to watch my pennies for the rest of it. It's especially annoying that my rent is taken out of my account on the 28th of the month when I get paid on the last working day of the month.
It's Polly and Rob's first wedding anniversary on Sunday and I've forgotten to post their card. I'm normally really good at remembering occasions so I'm a bit cross with myself. It's strange and sad to think that this time last year I was getting ready to attend a fantastic wedding with my lovely friend Lucy who is now in a coma following a tragic accident in Australia.
My mum and dad are on their annual holiday. This year they're staying in Durham. Apparantly, they managed to get a puncture on the journey up there. I bet my dad really enjoyed changing a wheel on the motorway in the blazing heat!
I've got an appointment with a neurologist next week so that the numbness I've been experiencing in my left side can be checked out. I'm not quite sure what he's going to do to me but it says on the appointment letter that I'll have to strip to my underwear so I'd better dig out a nice, sensible matching set! I bet they don't find anything wrong with me, although I'm frightened that he'll say I've got multiple sclerosis as I've been reading about it on the net and I seem to have a lot of the symptoms. I'm sure I'm just being a hypochondriac though. Sarah at work, who's a qualified doctor, says I could possibly be suffering from a type of migraine. Apparantly, not everyone who has migraines actually experience bad headaches. You learn a new thing every day.
At the moment I'm more worried about getting the lurgie which seems to be circulating the office. People are dropping like flies this week. Normally, we have a maximum of three people on sick leave over a week but this week there have been six (although one is long term sick with depression). Apparantly, it's a kind of gastric flu involving sickness, dizziness, upset stomach, headache, muscle aches etc. I really don't want it, I have no one to look after me down here in Plymouth!
My boss is coming down to visit on Monday and Tuesday of next week. It'll be good to see her as she's very nice and chatty but the only problem with senior staff visits is that they take up a lot of time which means that everyday work gets left behind :( Things are hectic enough in the office with only myself and on supervisor in without anything else taking up time.
I just flicked on the TV to see that, suprise, suprise, Nadia has won Big Brother. Although, this series is meant to have been the best ever I haven't really go into it.
I notice that Hollyoaks are running open auditions again. I wonder if they'll have me! I'm still in the age bracket (just) and I'm a bottle blond it's a shame I'm not skinny enough and I can't act at all! A couple of years of soap star pay would probably buy me a house in London and allow me to have some serious fun. Don't think Rich would get on too well with show biz parties although he'd probaly enjoy the booze and drugs side of things!
I've been looking at other people's journals. It seems that most of the people who share my interests are depressed American teenagers or maybe it's just that most of the people who bother writing livejournals are depressed American teenagers!
I must keep myself under control this weekend. It was pay day last Friday and I went into town last weekend and spent nearly £200 on clothes. I don't feel that this was excessive as most of them were for work and I got a lot for my money, but spending a lump sum at the start of the month means I have to watch my pennies for the rest of it. It's especially annoying that my rent is taken out of my account on the 28th of the month when I get paid on the last working day of the month.
It's Polly and Rob's first wedding anniversary on Sunday and I've forgotten to post their card. I'm normally really good at remembering occasions so I'm a bit cross with myself. It's strange and sad to think that this time last year I was getting ready to attend a fantastic wedding with my lovely friend Lucy who is now in a coma following a tragic accident in Australia.
My mum and dad are on their annual holiday. This year they're staying in Durham. Apparantly, they managed to get a puncture on the journey up there. I bet my dad really enjoyed changing a wheel on the motorway in the blazing heat!
I've got an appointment with a neurologist next week so that the numbness I've been experiencing in my left side can be checked out. I'm not quite sure what he's going to do to me but it says on the appointment letter that I'll have to strip to my underwear so I'd better dig out a nice, sensible matching set! I bet they don't find anything wrong with me, although I'm frightened that he'll say I've got multiple sclerosis as I've been reading about it on the net and I seem to have a lot of the symptoms. I'm sure I'm just being a hypochondriac though. Sarah at work, who's a qualified doctor, says I could possibly be suffering from a type of migraine. Apparantly, not everyone who has migraines actually experience bad headaches. You learn a new thing every day.
At the moment I'm more worried about getting the lurgie which seems to be circulating the office. People are dropping like flies this week. Normally, we have a maximum of three people on sick leave over a week but this week there have been six (although one is long term sick with depression). Apparantly, it's a kind of gastric flu involving sickness, dizziness, upset stomach, headache, muscle aches etc. I really don't want it, I have no one to look after me down here in Plymouth!
My boss is coming down to visit on Monday and Tuesday of next week. It'll be good to see her as she's very nice and chatty but the only problem with senior staff visits is that they take up a lot of time which means that everyday work gets left behind :( Things are hectic enough in the office with only myself and on supervisor in without anything else taking up time.
I just flicked on the TV to see that, suprise, suprise, Nadia has won Big Brother. Although, this series is meant to have been the best ever I haven't really go into it.
I notice that Hollyoaks are running open auditions again. I wonder if they'll have me! I'm still in the age bracket (just) and I'm a bottle blond it's a shame I'm not skinny enough and I can't act at all! A couple of years of soap star pay would probably buy me a house in London and allow me to have some serious fun. Don't think Rich would get on too well with show biz parties although he'd probaly enjoy the booze and drugs side of things!
