To calm myself down, I figured I'd do what I do with essays. Divide things down into smaller issues. I've got five. Two are out of my hands, and there's nothing I can do but try not to fuss and worry too much and see what happens. One might not be an issue and is something I may have dreamt up, which I what happens when my worry kind of snowballs - it can rectified on Monday. The last two are things I need to do tomorrow. One I can do right away with the right information (although it should have been done on Friday, I did work waaay over my actual shift to get it done as well as I could), and the other I'm going to hope for a mixture of my efforts working and other people coming good. Five things. Just need to keep them in my head and count them down. Deal with them one by one until the worry gets less.
All this is incredibly ambiguous and melodramatic, and I'm sorry. I'm just a little frustrated and disappointed in myself which means I'll keep it as ambiguous as possible while trying to get it off my chest.
Still, my office is nice, and I actually have all the equipment I need. I'm properly networked with my own e-mail address and I have a very swish computer. I've only met one of the other admin assistants - she seems nice, and has been really helpful, but she's not too much for the small talk.
The dissertation has suffered this week because of it, though. I've started to panic a little again. I wanted to have gotten so much done so I could go and see The Hobbit with muchos work to make up for the fact I've not seen him at all. I did work pretty hard last week - sadly only with a 1000 words to show for it. The longer I leave it, the more I feel I've got to show for it, but then the workload gets bigger. :( I have resolve face right now - going to the library tomorrow after work, so help me God, and I'm going to try and get another 500 out in the afternoon.
My cat has also developed an ambition to get run over. He legged it in front of a car this morning. He just bolts and doesn't think about it.
Ugh. Happy notes: hopefully, I get paid tomorrow. And the pay where I am now is pretty good. And abc shows 'Sport's Night' late on which means that I get Joshua Malina on a weekly basis! Huzzah! OK, so he's not playing Will Bailey, but it's still great!
And on that note, here's Will Bailey looking adorable:
It doesn't make the dissertation thing better, but it helps. :)
Dagnammit. That's sort of true. Except for the minstrels.
After much pestering and the growing of shrubberys, I finally got through to the agency. Hopefully, I'll be employed on Monday. Huzzah!
Having to explain to my mum what a domanatrix is.
Wait, did I say "high point"...?
A legitimate break I might add - this morning was spent half typing-half-faffing-on-the-internet, but this afternoon I've done dissertation related work for about an hour and a half straight so I've earned it. For once.
Nothing else to say, of course.
Look behind you, a three headed monkey!
Not that I didn't well up a little, just in the minute I got to sit down and shut down my computer. As much as the place was making me miserable, I have this weird problem with finality. The idea that I'm probably never going to go back to a place. I never really say goodbye to things in such a way - I always think I'm saying goodbye for now, rather than forever. It's easier that way.
I did pretty well out of it. A �20 Topshop voucher, and �50 cash (and some loose change they apparently had left over). I'm debating how to spend the money. Everyone seems to think I should spend it on myself - but with money being a little tight until I find somewhere new, and with Christmas coming, part of me thinks I'll spend it on presents. It might sound a little stingy, but it would buy me a some piece of mind, not having to worry so much about about being able to afford things.
Monday: I'm unemployed! Hopefully I can get a lot of dissertation work done with my free time in between harassing the agency for work.
Which all sounded hunky dory until this morning when I realised I have about �50 to see me through to the end of the month.
Oh well, at least I'll be poor but a damn sight happier.
Must phone the temping agency on Monday and harass my rep - who seems to be in meetings an awful lot. I want a job money, dammit!
Waah!
There's some dissertation stuff on there which in my infinate lack of wisdom I didn't save, and some fic, which while I know is no great loss to the world of literature is my writing and I want it back.
The good news is that I think it's just a problem with the battery, which hopefully I can replace without breaking the bank. Am leaving it off for tonight to see if it changes its mind tomorrow and decides it wants to work.
It's just one more thing to add to the complete lack of progress with my dissertation.
Two steps forward, three steps back...
Sick of doing that dance.
I have legitimate reasons for not working yesterday. Went to see 'The School for Scandal' at the Lowry with my parents. It's an eighteenth century comedy and to be honest the only reason I'd agreed to go was to spend a little more time with my dad. I was pretty much expecting not to understand a word anyone was saying and to pretend to enjoy it. I turned out to have underestimated it. The whole play was extremely witty and dry and the Northern Broadsides (the company who performed it, including "Hey! It's Sally's boyfriend from Corrie and that guy from The Brittas Empire!") added some lovely touches. Kind of odd to see a play about London society performed in broad Yorkshire accents, but wonderful acted, very funny stuff. Recommended if you can catch them on tour. I'll have to go dig out the play from my dad's many, many books. Oh, and the burly guy who played Charles Surface wasn't bad either ;)
Straight after, went over to Hayley's for X-Factor and dinner with The Girls Plus Craig.
Today, no real excuses. Must go make up for the lack of work.