with dead poets and drum machines

[hathycol]

Firstly, I would just like to point something out.

I am unemployed.

Now, this is all a voluntary thing. Been a little busy the last few days, so I will try and update in something roughly approaching an order...

Okay. Tuesday, work informed me that I could finish that day if I wanted. Given that I'd handed in my notice for this Friday, I blinked a bit. "Sorry, what?"

"Well, you have three days holiday left. Take them!"

"... can I come in tomorrow and leave after that?"

"Sure, why not?"

So, I was in something of a fabulous mood yesterday when I left work, and nanced to Iona's. I was also feeling a little extravagent, so I drove and shouted out the window "Let's go and do lunch!"

And lo! for we Did Lunch. We went to a little carvery thing and I ate far too much food, while chatting fairly aimlessly to Iona. The wonderful thing about the way we get on now is that we can segue effortlessly from international politics to Doctor Who to personal problems and then right back around again, generally using examples from all three to back ourselves up. Also, we discussed the wonder of 11th!Girl!Doctor and her lack of bra. We are mad and it's great. Also, her college has a 25p a drink night, so I will be visiting her repeatedly, I think.

I went home after this, as I had something vaguely approaching a curfew for the evening - or to put it another way, I had a phone call from my father, telling me that I had to be in or else he was never cooking for me again EVER. Well, it's understandable.

However, I ate and left the house again, and off I drove to the terrifying world that is Preston. I got horrendously lost and ended up shouting on playfullemming's answer machine to "PICK UP THE FUCKING PHONE I'M LOST IN YOUR FUCKING CITY AND GOOGLE DIRECTIONS ARE FUCKING USELESS!" Still, it was a good night - I wanted to see Christine again and more interestingly, her shiny new house! She's, like, a grown-up now! And her house is nice, too - I'm ever so jealous, it mus be admitted, given that all I have in a room. We went out to the pub and then a club, before I freaked out and returned to the house because, y'know, morning shift. I met her New Shiny friends and twas all nice and fun and a pleasent night all told. More depressingly, I left the house at 7.30 and due to traffic, I had to go straight to work. TWO HOUR DRIVE to work when I had about TWO HOURS sleep and oh god it was terrifying and also? Tiring.

Ended up going out for lunch after work to celebrate new-found unemployment, and have barely just got through the door again as lunch extended into an afternoon. Whoops. I came home to discover that I have dragged jennnlee into the murky world of Doctor Who fandom, which is good, and that my mother is Uber Stressed, which is not.

Anyway. Absolutely shattered now, so I shall do the sleeping thing. I can lie in tomorrow and they're going to give me money for it. Oh, lovely.

~Hathy_Col~

Comments

[jennnlee.livejournal.com]

Sorry the mum is stressed. I know how she feels. Will keep you posted on the status of my fandom.

[sevenhelz.livejournal.com]

i... uh... was going to say something insightful.

oh yes, i want my own kitchen. the house thing is entirely optional, but my own kitchen would be nice.
xx