The Blob

I just got home from the pub. I didn't even get a break. I have to be up in 4 hours. I'm teaching three classes today. I've been wearing the same trousers for twenty hours straight - not coincidentally the amount of time I worked or was in transit to and from places of work.

I'm so exhausted I want to cry.

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I've been dreaming (a rare occurrence).

Last night: We were hosting some kind of meeting at Pub and when it came to the end, I used the classic teacher waiting-for-silence trick to get everyone to bring stuff back to the bar.

Night before: I was working on a farm and there was a field of pigs. The farmer was nowhere to be found, but there were gaps in the hedge that I had to fill because the pigs (even my favourites) were escaping. Even though I had a hacksaw for wood, there were no trees, so I tried to close the gaps with office supplies (pens and sticky tape, mostly). The pigs got out anyway.

You think I have teaching on the brain?

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Pub shift was loooong. Started at 1pm. Finished at 2.30am. Home for 3am.

Felt really down in the afternoon which I am choosing to attribute to low blood sugar, however: I am taking Dianette, which is a contraceptive pill with the added bonus of suppressing excess hair growth. Since I've been shaving a beard for 10 years, I thought I'd give it a shot. But the thing with hormone pills is that it messes your mood from what you're used to. I tried a pill like that before and I cried every afternoon until the scrip was finished. So: leery of sudden moodswings and urges to cry. The again, maybe I'm just not used to that amount of female hormones bouncing around. If my ovaries functioned correctly, would I be a really weepy girl?

Other side effects listed include blood clots, liver damage and a change in appetite. Didn't have much of one at all yesterday, so that again is something to watch.

In other news, I currently weigh 11 st 4 lbs and haven't been running in 9 days. Whoops.

Other other news: I am so in love with Glee at the moment. shei is my one true love and best dealer ever.

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Doing a close at the pub with this manager is always good craic but my god is he slow! Still. He's lovely. Such a good listener when I'm ranting about Scottish douche. He'll throw him out and bar him next time he acts like a douche to me.

I am putting weight on again. Can see it in my face and feel it in my tighter trousers. Nothing I didn't expect but still a bit demoralizing. She says while eating pizza. Honestly, I sabotage myself in full knowledge.

Tomorrow I will go running. I will eat healthy. I will write 100 words of my big bang. I will look forward to the future and pull myself out of this ever-so-slight depressive funk.

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I put in for 1 week's holiday, 2 months ago, from 27th July. It was confirmed to me by three managers. So? I'm listed as on holiday from the 22nd for TWO weeks. Which - WTF?

I'm happy to get time off, but not when I haven't requested. Because of this, I'm working 8 hours next week. Because of this, I'm going to lose either 4 days' holiday or 4 days' pay. In what universe is this fair?

Fucking pub.

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I'm in officewear for the first time in months. It's uncomfortable to say the least. Starting a new job today - 3/4 weeks temping for a construction company, full time hours for reasonable pay. Not looking forward to the crazy fun of 75+ hours a week between one job and t'other again, but definitely approve of money for rent and also food.

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Brilliant night out. Rocked the dress. No pics though. :(

Am flat on my back in the staffroom after passing out behind the bar. Nausea and general crap feelings not due to a hangover. Don't know what's wrong but it fucking sucks.

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The rota at work was all kinds of fucked this week. On Tuesday I pulled an unscheduled 6 hour shift whilst dying of flu. Then Wednesday evening I received a call from Pub that went like this:

You're on tonight. 5-10pm.

No I'm not.

Yes you are.

Nope. I don't work Wednesday.

Yeah, the rota got changed but no one has been told. Any chance you can come in anyway?

Nada. I have tutoring now, which pays more for less hours.

Oh. Well. Bye. Also, you just worked a 6 day week so you can have Friday off.

Woohoo!

... Guess who got a phone call at 7.10pm asking where I was and sorry to mess me around but I actually do need to be in tonight. Grrrrr.

On the plus side, it was a really good shift. I enjoyed the craic, and I tried a double Eristoff Gold and a double Eristoff Black afterwards. Conclusion: yummy.

I am mostly over my cold, and after the spectacularly unproductive day (I woke up at midday! After 12 hours kip!) I decided to go for a run (first time in nearly two weeks. I am very bad). It was awesome. Running at night is fab!

To summarise: I fail at writing fic.

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Running: is going super well! I'm really pleased with my progress. I do, however, need to invest in some shorts for this delightful hot weather we are having.

Diet: some days are better than others. My will power slips most notably at work, which is not unexpected. It's a fairly physical job, and also we serve food. Oh well. I am still doing really well. Just 1st 11lbs to my next goal!

Fic: am chuffed to bits that people are liking Absence Makes. Chapter 3 is slow going thus far. I think because Esca is not there, it's a lot more difficult to have Marcus in reaction to him. So I've shamefully been procrastinating today by rereading all my old HP fic. My god, it's bad. I mean, really bad (except the one where Severus is a slave; that one is pretty insightful). Still, by looking back I can see how much I've moved forward.

Stuff: for those who have been living under a rock, a certain prince of the realm is getting married on Friday. While I'm happy for the royal couple, I must state that having to stay at work until 2am Friday morning to decorate for the occasion is cruel to say the least.

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