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Oct. 4th, 2003 10:13 pmGyah. Today has been one of those days that spiralled between good and bad, and kinda lurched, often within the space of an hour or so.
Last night, I went bowling with the kiddiewinks at Guides. Despite the fact that I am a. about three years older than most of them and b. stronger and c. worked out that the lane was skewed, I took a sickening amount of joy on the fact that I won. I never win at bowling, and besides, each and every one of them whupped my ass on the dance mat. Ten years of dance training, and I got stuck on "standard" level of dance mat. The shame.
Went home, conked out early, woke up at 10.00 and went for another four hours at the joy that is Homebase. Get this, people. I need MORE TRAINING. I hate training. But noooo, I need training in "The Homebase Way" and as such, I will have to sit in eight hours on mind-numbing training.
On the plus side, I actually get paid overtime for it! Double pay! But the thing is, they haven't paid me for my original training yet. Went to ask Joyce about it, and I have to go and show her my payslip. What part of "You haven't paid me?" don't people understand?
Actually, twas a grotty last ten minutes. I got confused, and someone if they were with the people behind him, and I got informed: "Are you stupid or on drugs?" *snarls* I then refused to talk to him, and didn't give him a bag. I wish I could be a bit braver in shouting at people I don't know. I thought of all kinds of clever things to say after he'd left.
Chinese for tea, and I thought I'd be a Nice Daughter and go to pick it up with Dad. I think ym parents are just twigging onto the fact that I'm 16 now. Mum is using me to buy cigarettes, and while we were waiting for the Chinese, Dad offered to take me over the the Queen's Head and buy me a drink. I went for a drink! In a pub! And not one of the family friendly ones! It might not sound like a big deal, but it was nice. He's still my Dad, underneath the fact I only see him for about an hour a day now. The best part was the fact that my Absentee Godfather was there, and not the one that lives in London and has a reason to be absentee. He was talking animatedly to Dad about foundation hospitals, and I perkily put forward "Well, it's going to cause Tony Blair a big problem in the next election, especially with the top-up fees for Uni. You don't mess with the Welfare State, you know."
Stunned silence from both Dad and Absentee Godfather, and then Dad looks very pleased that I ended up choosing politics instead of dance. It's strange, but I get an odd thrill out of pleasing my parents. I think I'm still about 8, mentally.
Anyway. Came home, did some homework, and got a hysterical phonecall from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
flickerswitch and mettanna, along the lines of "WE JUST SPOKE TO DOMINIC MONAGHAN! He reads Domlijah!! He does!! He and Elijah sit there and read it!!"
You can imagine the screams. I also watched Fame Academy, and I'm overjoyed that Alex won. (Also, I'd like to point out, it is not just because she's a lesbian, as Jess snippily said on the bus on Friday. She is a fantastic singer, she's very beautiful, and she deserved to win.) And I watched Dead Like Me, which I'm growing to love. Poor George. And Rube. I do like Rube. He's sweet.
I'm off out tomorrow with Andrew, who I miss terribly. We wil be arsing around in Southport all day. And as such, I think I will leave you, because I'm rambling and I don't think my hearts really in this. At the moment, I'm just feeling all blank, and it's mildly annoying me. Even listening to loud music and trying to read fanfic isn't helping. I think I'll go to bed.
~Hathy_Col~
Last night, I went bowling with the kiddiewinks at Guides. Despite the fact that I am a. about three years older than most of them and b. stronger and c. worked out that the lane was skewed, I took a sickening amount of joy on the fact that I won. I never win at bowling, and besides, each and every one of them whupped my ass on the dance mat. Ten years of dance training, and I got stuck on "standard" level of dance mat. The shame.
Went home, conked out early, woke up at 10.00 and went for another four hours at the joy that is Homebase. Get this, people. I need MORE TRAINING. I hate training. But noooo, I need training in "The Homebase Way" and as such, I will have to sit in eight hours on mind-numbing training.
On the plus side, I actually get paid overtime for it! Double pay! But the thing is, they haven't paid me for my original training yet. Went to ask Joyce about it, and I have to go and show her my payslip. What part of "You haven't paid me?" don't people understand?
Actually, twas a grotty last ten minutes. I got confused, and someone if they were with the people behind him, and I got informed: "Are you stupid or on drugs?" *snarls* I then refused to talk to him, and didn't give him a bag. I wish I could be a bit braver in shouting at people I don't know. I thought of all kinds of clever things to say after he'd left.
Chinese for tea, and I thought I'd be a Nice Daughter and go to pick it up with Dad. I think ym parents are just twigging onto the fact that I'm 16 now. Mum is using me to buy cigarettes, and while we were waiting for the Chinese, Dad offered to take me over the the Queen's Head and buy me a drink. I went for a drink! In a pub! And not one of the family friendly ones! It might not sound like a big deal, but it was nice. He's still my Dad, underneath the fact I only see him for about an hour a day now. The best part was the fact that my Absentee Godfather was there, and not the one that lives in London and has a reason to be absentee. He was talking animatedly to Dad about foundation hospitals, and I perkily put forward "Well, it's going to cause Tony Blair a big problem in the next election, especially with the top-up fees for Uni. You don't mess with the Welfare State, you know."
Stunned silence from both Dad and Absentee Godfather, and then Dad looks very pleased that I ended up choosing politics instead of dance. It's strange, but I get an odd thrill out of pleasing my parents. I think I'm still about 8, mentally.
Anyway. Came home, did some homework, and got a hysterical phonecall from
flickerswitch and mettanna, along the lines of "WE JUST SPOKE TO DOMINIC MONAGHAN! He reads Domlijah!! He does!! He and Elijah sit there and read it!!" You can imagine the screams. I also watched Fame Academy, and I'm overjoyed that Alex won. (Also, I'd like to point out, it is not just because she's a lesbian, as Jess snippily said on the bus on Friday. She is a fantastic singer, she's very beautiful, and she deserved to win.) And I watched Dead Like Me, which I'm growing to love. Poor George. And Rube. I do like Rube. He's sweet.
I'm off out tomorrow with Andrew, who I miss terribly. We wil be arsing around in Southport all day. And as such, I think I will leave you, because I'm rambling and I don't think my hearts really in this. At the moment, I'm just feeling all blank, and it's mildly annoying me. Even listening to loud music and trying to read fanfic isn't helping. I think I'll go to bed.
~Hathy_Col~
