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Dec. 22nd, 2007 05:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolSo, for some crazy reason I was mad keen to come back to Ormskirk this year. I skipped a day of work and literally ran for it on Wednesday morning more or less screaming "SWEET SWEET FREEDOM."
Approximately 0.6 seconds after walking through the front door, I was absolutely craving to go back to university. Seeing Simon again in the obvious and massive bonus in all of this, but all of this interaction has to take place around family units, which is... not good. My family are several layers of crazy and have possibly gotten worse in my absence. I think I maybe needed to get out of St Andrews rather than come to here because this is... not good at all, really.
Dog remains awesome, as always.
Anyway, I am back in Ormskirk for Christmas and have just come back from my first shift in the nursing home. This is not very good news, mostly because it feels like the last three months have been a crazy and bizarre dream. I am very sad that a lady I liked a lot has passed away in my absence, which I didn't expect but such is life, I suppose. She was very ill and it was probably the best thing for her. I am very very very tired, though; I forgot what hard work it was and also I needed to shower so badly after that shift. ARGH WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF. Oh, yes, because I need the money. It was nice to see people again, and I was totally included in all the gossip (it's so wonderful not being at the bottom of the social ladder and more importantlyhaving better status despite a long absence and yes I am a bitch, don't ask) and some of the slightly demented old people remembered me with apparently fondness. I WIN AT CARE ASSISTANTING. Except I don't because this is an awful job but I'm ignoring that.
Only one more shift and then it's officially Christmas, though. Doesn't feel like Christmas, as I already had mine last weekend, but it doesn't do to tell my parents that.
Back to St Andrews in a couple of weeks. Only about twelve shifts, two very large meals, the Doctor Who Christmas special (that I can watch this year!! wahoo) and a heap of revision to go. ARGH HELP.
Approximately 0.6 seconds after walking through the front door, I was absolutely craving to go back to university. Seeing Simon again in the obvious and massive bonus in all of this, but all of this interaction has to take place around family units, which is... not good. My family are several layers of crazy and have possibly gotten worse in my absence. I think I maybe needed to get out of St Andrews rather than come to here because this is... not good at all, really.
Dog remains awesome, as always.
Anyway, I am back in Ormskirk for Christmas and have just come back from my first shift in the nursing home. This is not very good news, mostly because it feels like the last three months have been a crazy and bizarre dream. I am very sad that a lady I liked a lot has passed away in my absence, which I didn't expect but such is life, I suppose. She was very ill and it was probably the best thing for her. I am very very very tired, though; I forgot what hard work it was and also I needed to shower so badly after that shift. ARGH WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF. Oh, yes, because I need the money. It was nice to see people again, and I was totally included in all the gossip (it's so wonderful not being at the bottom of the social ladder and more importantlyhaving better status despite a long absence and yes I am a bitch, don't ask) and some of the slightly demented old people remembered me with apparently fondness. I WIN AT CARE ASSISTANTING. Except I don't because this is an awful job but I'm ignoring that.
Only one more shift and then it's officially Christmas, though. Doesn't feel like Christmas, as I already had mine last weekend, but it doesn't do to tell my parents that.
Back to St Andrews in a couple of weeks. Only about twelve shifts, two very large meals, the Doctor Who Christmas special (that I can watch this year!! wahoo) and a heap of revision to go. ARGH HELP.
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