tag:drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk,2009-11-14:/Our relationship was just like a sandwich toaster. You know, you just forget you've got one. And it just sits there on the top of the cupboard collecting a layer of greasy fudge. And even if you do see it you just assume it's broken, you think if it's working I'd be using it all the time, but you don't and it just sits there. Then one day, you get an overwhelming desire for toasted sandwiches. And you get it down and it works, and you can't believe it. And then you make every kind of toasted sandwich there is, you have toasted sandwich parties. You make marmite and cheese, chocolate, and pilchards, banana, and acorns. And then as quickly as the desire comes, it just goes. And then you put the toasted sandwich maker away. And, you know what? You don't miss it. MokoFeed2009-11-14T17:48:46+01:00tag:drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk,2008-02-12:/2008/02/12/memo_to_my_boss~3715398/drunkandsentimental2008-02-12T09:52:06+01:002008-02-12T09:52:06+01:00 <p>I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!<br> I am not a receptionist!</p> <p>And if you try and make me one I will quit! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk/2008/02/12/memo_to_my_boss~3715398/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk,2008-02-07:/2008/02/07/not_much_to_report~3694045/drunkandsentimental2008-02-07T18:01:13+01:002008-02-07T18:01:13+01:00 <p>Nothing new going on really. Off work with high blood pressure. I have determined this high blood pressure is not due to work, which is so boring it cannot possibly cause me stress (apart from the whole being made a receptionist thing), but due to my living arrangements. Which is also work, but work that provides me with free accommodation, so not quite sure how to get round that.</p> <p>I am applying for the wardenship of another hall. Lots of people are telling me to go for it, but the same amount are telling me that I am right to give up wardening. They'll be in for a nice surprise when they get my application then.</p> <p>I've given up carbonated, caffinated drinks for lent. So really, Coke and Dr Pepper. 2 days so far. It's making me sleepy, although probably doing both myself and bump some good.</p> <p>Tomorrow I am going to bake. I don't get this urge very often. It's scaring me slightly. Today I have sorted out the cupboards. And I might even do the washing up. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk/2008/02/07/not_much_to_report~3694045/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk,2008-02-02:/2008/02/02/deeply_suspicious~3669272/drunkandsentimental2008-02-02T15:55:02+01:002008-02-02T15:55:02+01:00 <p>It's the weekend again, and I am on duty. Sat in my flat, eating twizlers (the American kind, not the turkey variety) and waiting for the bell to ring. Which it isn't. And this is now beginning to bother me.</p> <p>It went once last night, a lock out, fairly standard. Today, there has been nothing. It is now nearly 3pm. This is most unusual.</p> <p>I fear it could be a bad night. They are never this quiet unless they are planning something. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk/2008/02/02/deeply_suspicious~3669272/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk,2008-01-29:/2008/01/29/i_really_am_going_to_bed_in_a_minute~3651889/drunkandsentimental2008-01-29T22:29:42+01:002008-01-29T22:29:42+01:00 <p>Stolen from Happy</p> <p>48 Hours Ago: Laid in bed swearing about students<br> 36 Hours Ago: At work. Probably doing very little, or explaining the fish tank disaster.<br> 24 Hours Ago: Sorting final arrangements for a fire drill.<br> 18 Hours Ago: Waking and checking the time cos I was convinced I had overslept.<br> 12 Hours Ago: Wishing I was in bed and not at work.<br> 6 Hours Ago: Realising I has actually done no work today and eaten too many biscuits<br> 3 Hours Ago: At dinner, not eating<br> 2 Hours Ago: Eating shepards pie and watching ER<br> 1 Hour Ago: Wondering if it was too early to go to bed<br> Now: Watching VH1 Classic, and about to go to bed<br> 1 Hour from now: In bed, probably being woken up by T coming in from football<br> 2 Hours from now: Hopefully sleeping<br> 3 Hours from now: Still sleeping<br> 6 Hours from now: Being woken up by students coming home.<br> 12 Hours from now: Explaining to my boss that people don't work without being paid, that's why there are no leafleters.<br> 18 Hours from now: Thinking about doing some work, but checking facebook instead.<br> 24 Hours from now: Entertaining the police<br> 36 Hours from now: Actually doing the work I've needed to do all week<br> 48 Hours from now: Enjoying the last night of freedom before a duty weekend </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk/2008/01/29/i_really_am_going_to_bed_in_a_minute~3651889/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk,2008-01-29:/2008/01/29/quick_hello~3651816/drunkandsentimental2008-01-29T22:14:54+01:002008-01-29T22:14:54+01:00 <p>I'm off to bed in a minute as I'm exhausted... getting up at 6.30am to set off fire alarms and watch students stumble out of bed is definately one of the least fun aspects of this job <del>although in a really mean way, quite fun as well</del></p> <p>It's been an eventful weekend. 180 litres of water over our front room at 3.30am on Friday/Saturday. We will now not be having fish. I am sad about this, although slightly relieved, as they seemed to be a lot of hard work, and we hadn't even got round to getting the fish yet. Maybe I'll just try again with persuading T to get cats...</p> <p>Work has got no better. In fact, I think it's got worse. I have an appraisal on Thursday. I <strong><u>AM</u></strong> going to tell my boss what I think... I'm kind of the opinion I have nothing left to loose now. Both my jobs have been advertised this week. Much as I don't want them anymore, I don't like it. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk/2008/01/29/quick_hello~3651816/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk,2008-01-24:/2008/01/24/normal_service_will_resume_shortly~3627878/drunkandsentimental2008-01-24T21:34:55+01:002008-01-24T21:34:55+01:00 <p>I stopped crying. Finally. It's now been a whole 24 hours since I cried last (I didn't cry continually for all that time, but it was a pretty bad time).</p> <p>Something clicked as I sat at home yesterday, just wanting a whole new start and a new life. So, I am taking some time, and re-evaluating, and just thinking, but in a different way before. Not thinking in the way that makes me sob, but in a (hopefully) more positive way.</p> <p>I know a lot of it has to do with me being pregnant, but a lot of it doesn't as well. I feel so alone, and like I have nothing, far too often than is good for someone.</p> <p>But I will get through this. I have reasons to be happy, I just need to concentrate on them.</p> <p>And just something that has nothing to do with anything - I've just let a student back into their room and the whole corridor smelt of popcorn. Now I really want popcorn. So that's what I'm going to do. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk/2008/01/24/normal_service_will_resume_shortly~3627878/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk,2008-01-16:/2008/01/16/can_t_stop_crying~3584650/drunkandsentimental2008-01-16T11:01:54+01:002008-01-16T11:01:54+01:00 <p>This is not good.</p> <p>I've pretty much been crying since I posted last night. I went to bed and just led there, and the tears just wouldn't stop. Everything has just got on top of me. This morning I woke up, and they started again, and then T pretty much told me I was an inconvenience to him, which means I have spent the last 2 hours in my office, crying more. Fat, hot, ugly tears. Thank god the person I share with isn't in today, I do not look good.</p> <p>I led there last night, trying to decide what to do. But the problem is I don't know. Do I just up and leave everything? That's how I feel at the moment, that if I just left, it would solve a lot of problems. </p> <p>I have done the forms for a replacement for my Warden job, that was at least one decision I made as I stared into space last night. I am not staying somewhere where another person can make me so unhappy. So then there is just my main job. I'm scared I'm going to loose it, so why don't I just leave and make the decision for them? Because I am having a baby in 2 and a half months, and I have no idea now how I am going to look after her. Giving up wardening means returning to the real world and paying rent and bills. Leaving job means no money to pay rent and bills. And no one will employ me, because I am having a baby, so no money. Not a good situation.</p> <p>That said, other people must manage it. T could live the life he deserves, and not be burdened with me. I could just start somewhere else, somewhere new. </p> <p>I haven't eaten since yesterday lunch time, I just can't bring myself too. </p> <p>I just don't know what to do, I am a mess. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk/2008/01/16/can_t_stop_crying~3584650/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk,2008-01-15:/2008/01/15/fed_up~3582623/drunkandsentimental2008-01-15T21:38:39+01:002008-01-15T21:38:39+01:00 <p>Gah, I knew this positive thinking wouldn't last long. I am well and truely fed up. I am achey, and I am tired, and I am super super pissed off.</p> <p>I love wardening. And I don't think I'm half bad at it. But when someone else does no work, and then takes credit for the work I've done, it just takes the piss. </p> <p>I don't want to start getting into massive detail, as I am probably just over reacting, but it's another reason I feel I need to leave here. And it makes me cross I feel I have to leave because of her. I just don't think it's fair. In the slightest. I'm so pissed off I am sat here in tears, and that's just stupid, which is making me cry even more. </p> <p>I am scared to go on maternity leave, because she actually doesn't know what she is doing. I do everything. Because otherwise it doesn't get done. And she just rolls up and takes the credit. It's happened once to often now, and this time has really pushed me over the edge. I just don't want to be here anymore.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk/2008/01/15/fed_up~3582623/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk,2008-01-10:/2008/01/10/after_having_the_night_to_think_about_it~3555051/drunkandsentimental2008-01-10T09:23:14+01:002008-01-10T09:23:14+01:00 <p>I am going to combine my worry about my job, and my resolution to be more vocal, and actually try and ask what is going on and whether I will have a job to come back to.</p> <p>But I am also going to start looking for new jobs today. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk/2008/01/10/after_having_the_night_to_think_about_it~3555051/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk,2008-01-09:/2008/01/09/trying_hard_to_stay_positive~3553442/drunkandsentimental2008-01-09T21:53:18+01:002008-01-09T21:53:18+01:00 <p>Well, it's just been one of those days. Actually, since 6pm, it's got a lot better, but the general stuff preceeding that left a lot to be desired.</p> <p>I am going on maternity leave in March, and returning in January. During this time, at work, we'll be moving offices again, in with another service, who are part of our larger general service (sorry for vagueness). We are being forced to have these "planning sessions", where my boss, and someone who is not my boss but acts like they are, try and convince us of the joy that this will bring. It will not.</p> <p>When talking about it today, my boss said the phrase to me "but your job will have changed beyond all recognition by the time you come back". Erm, hello, I don't want to do another job, I want to do my job, and because I am having a baby, and having the time off I am legally entitled too, you shouldn't just change my job.</p> <p>The more and more I think about it, the crosser I get. They are trying to distinguish what everyone in the office does between 'admin' and 'adviser'. I seem, and I know, that I fit some where in the middle, however, I am the only person of 20 who has been classed as both. I have been trying massively to develop my job away from the admin, but just seem to be going backwards. I don't want to be a glorified secretary, I have 2 degrees! </p> <p>I don't know what to do. I want a job that challenges me. Being a receptionist does not. I am just truely at a loss with this. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk/2008/01/09/trying_hard_to_stay_positive~3553442/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk,2008-01-07:/2008/01/07/resolving~3542421/drunkandsentimental2008-01-07T18:57:02+01:002008-01-07T18:57:02+01:00 <p>I resolved a couple of years ago not to make resolutions, and that has worked for me for the time being. However, on my way back from the states, I read in a magazine, a resolution that I liked, so decided I would make a few. That became number 1; and so here is my list for this year. Don't know whether I'll keep them, but it's been quite entertaining to me to think about them.</p> <p>1. Use my wedding perfume, and not just keep it in a cupboard. I love it and bought it for a reason, so am going to wear it.<br> 2. Try and be a bit more positive. Not a lot, just a bit.<br> 3. Not spend entire days at work on facebook. It does not help with productivity in the slightest.<br> 4. Be nicer to T, and help out round the house a bit more. I am a cow, and he puts up with way too much.<br> 5. Actually achieve stuff. A bit vague, yes. But like, getting a pay rise, and getting better work to do. I always say I want it, but am never vocal about it. So maybe thats it instead, being more vocal. </p> <p>And that's it. 2008, it's going to be an interesting year. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk/2008/01/07/resolving~3542421/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk,2008-01-07:/2008/01/07/can_you_wear_pyjamas_to_work~3542297/drunkandsentimental2008-01-07T18:36:27+01:002008-01-07T18:36:27+01:00 <p>I have survived my first day back at work. I was out of my pyjamas by 7.30am, a record I like to think. Although my clothes are definately not as comfortable. And my desk chair is no comparison to my bed/sofa.</p> <p>I did spend most of the day thinking, this time next year, it will be my first day back at work for 9 months. That's going to make it 100 times worse. </p> <p>But still, arriving in at 8am to find the boss wasn't coming in, set things up for an ok day. Only slightly ruined this afternoon by plans for what happens when we move offices in September. Basically, I think my job is going to become a receptionist, and this worries me, especially as I will be on maternity leave when it happens. I know that it's against the law and stuff for them to actually change it like that, but I don't think I'll be coming back to the same job I'm leaving, and that makes me kind of sad.</p> <p>However, I'm trying not to get down (it's a resolution that I haven't made... more on that in another post later tonight), so focussing on good things, today also brought the discovery it's only 8 weeks until the University Easter holidays. This means only 4 weeks on duty, which is very exciting, as after that, I'll be free until September! Hurrah!</p> <p>Aside from that, there's not a fat lot to report. But I survived, which I guess is the main thing. I'm hopeful to even manage to work a whole 5 days this week. 1 down: 4 to go. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk/2008/01/07/can_you_wear_pyjamas_to_work~3542297/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk,2007-12-31:/2007/12/31/new_year~3512366/drunkandsentimental2007-12-31T20:46:20+01:002007-12-31T20:46:20+01:00 <p>In a year that has seen some pretty bad lows, but some fairly major highs, I am ending it with the person I love most in the world, not really doing anything. It's the first year in about 8 or 9 I have stayed in, and I am excited about it. I'm also excited for what the new year brings, it's going to be tough, but I am trying to stay positive and think about the fact that this time next year I will have a 9 month old baby.</p> <p>So whatever you are doing, whoever you are celebrating with, I hope that tonight, and the rest of 2008, is good for you. </p> <p>x </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk/2007/12/31/new_year~3512366/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk,2007-12-30:/2007/12/30/america~3508057/drunkandsentimental2007-12-30T19:40:58+01:002007-12-30T19:40:58+01:00 <p>It's New Year's eve eve, I have cooked (well, am cooking) a stew, and T is in bed, after spending the day at the football, so I thought I might as well start refelecting on the past few weeks. </p> <p>Pre-Christmas week was spent in Knoxville, Tennessee, where T's brother lives. Now, I love America, I love the food, I love the people (most of them), I spent 2 summers in Oklahoma City, which is definately not the cultural capital of the world (there's a bomb memorial and <del>some</del> a lot of churches, so I like to think I am used to the 'quieter' side of American life. </p> <p>Knoxville was quiet. Don't get me wrong, I had a great time, but I was not prepared for quite how little there was to do. </p> <p>Our week went something like this:</p> <p>Sunday: Arrived. Via chaos in Chicago. Went to a bar for food (and drink, if you are not me).<br> Monday: Went to Target (T was massively excited by the novelty, I was not). Went to the Mall. Went out for lunch Chilled out at the flat for a bit. Went to a friends for deep fried Turkey*.<br> Tuesday: Walked round downtown Knoxville. This took 20 minutes. Went out for lunch. Chilled out at the flat. Went out for dinner (and drinks, again, if you are not me). Played some pool**.<br> Wednesday: Chilled out at the flat. Went out for lunch***. Went to the Mall. Went out for dinner.<br> Thursday: Went to Dollywood. Oh My God. Fantastic, even if I couldn't go on any rides because of the bump. There's a Dolly museum, which was actually really interesting. And you could buy Dolly clothes, which we did not. But highly worth the visit, and I would definately go back. Then went to El Chico, where I ate proper chips and salsa and queso and fajitas and mexican apple pie with brandy butter. Clearly the best day. Fantastic.<br> Friday: Can't actually remember. I think maybe we went to the mall again. We ate at the flat though, then went to a very odd concert, which we then left, and went drinking.<br> Saturday: Went out for brunch. Went to a different Mall. Nearly cracked up. Went to the Sunsphere****. Went for pre-dinner Sushi. Went for dinner.<br> Sunday: Went for brunch. Got to airport. Waited 3 hours to fly to a -12 Chicago, where they made us walk outside. Then flew home.</p> <p>*A whole Turkey, deep fried, in the yard, right in front of you. I shit you not. They do it every year for Thanksgiving, and to impress stupid foreigners like us, who think deep fried poultry is actually hilarious.<br> **Pregnancy has improved my pool skills no end. Either that, or everyone around me was very drunk.<br> ***We actually thought we were going to be shot where we ate for lunch. It was terrifying and "on the wrong side of town". But the food was good, and T got to experience sweet potato and marshmallow, which I still love, and he, predictibly, hated.<br> ****The sunsphere is on an episode of the Simpsons, where it is filled with wigs, because no one can figure out what to do with it, which I think pretty much sums it up.</p> <p>So that was it, the trip in a nutshell. We did enjoy just doing nothing, but at some points, it did get a little too much nothing. I definately ate way too much. By Saturday night, I felt so full that I was surprised any more food could actually fit in me. But the food was good. That's what I really miss about America, the easiness, and cheapness of eating out. And of course, good Mexican food.</p> <p>We arrived back Christmas eve morning, and then Christmas happened. That's all for another time though. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk/2007/12/30/america~3508057/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk,2007-12-29:/2007/12/29/well_that_was_christmas~3503585/drunkandsentimental2007-12-29T17:19:51+01:002007-12-29T17:19:51+01:00 <p>After 2 weeks away, I am home. </p> <p>Lots to write about, lots to think about, but right now, I am still exhausted, despite having been to bed for 3 hours this afternoon.</p> <p>I will blog about Christmas over the next couple of days, more for my own sanity than any other reason. But for now, here are a few random, well, I don't know what they are. A few bits of randomness.</p> <p>1. I have new, short, highlighted hair. And, I think I actually quite like it. Done by an ex Big Brother contestant, who was very plesant indeed. </p> <p>2. America was fun, but odd. And I ate lots of food. And went to El Chico, which made me quite possibly the happiest I have been in a long long time.</p> <p>3. I love Dolly Parton. I dare anyone to go to Dollywood and not fall in love with her.</p> <p>4. There is far too much washing sat waiting for me to do. I don't want to do it. But I do want to just lie about wearing my pyjamas for days.</p> <p>5. Baby is fine. Kicking hard as ever. And seems to be fine with flying. And the proud owner of several items of clothing from Monsoon. My baby will be dressed better than me.</p> <p>6. I don't understand the heating/hot water in our flat, AT ALL.</p> <p>7. I think I will be applying to move from here to another hall. Being away has done me the world of good. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk/2007/12/29/well_that_was_christmas~3503585/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk,2007-12-13:/2007/12/13/winding_down~3439893/drunkandsentimental2007-12-13T21:12:59+01:002007-12-13T21:12:59+01:00 <p>Tomorrow is my last day of work before Christmas and I am so glad. </p> <p>For the last week, all anyone has said to me, is how tired I look, and how I must be looking forward to the break. Well yes, I am tired, and I am looking forward to it, but no need to point it out every time I bloody see you.</p> <p>I feel like I've constantly been on the go. Christmas shopping, christmas wrapping, washing clothes, sorting stuff out at work, doing stuff at the hall. Tonight I am lying on my sofa with chocolate, trifle and the tv and doing nothing else. And I refuse to feel guilty about it. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk/2007/12/13/winding_down~3439893/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk,2007-12-07:/2007/12/07/more_christmas_present_ness~3408526/drunkandsentimental2007-12-07T12:30:59+01:002007-12-07T12:30:59+01:00 <p>Following on from my last post, I decided that yes, I could get grandparents a picture of me for Christmas. Hurrah, that was them sorted. I had already got bits for T and my mum on the internet, so just the rest of the extended family to do, and my office secret santa. Clearly, a trip into town late night shopping was the way forward, I would get it all done, could sit back and be smug about how organised I am.</p> <p>Of course I was wrong.</p> <p>I went into town. It started well, but it was the point I realised that I had only bought half of 3 presents, but bought myself 5 new tops (4 maternity, so completly justified), 4 new pairs of shoes (who doesn't need bright red sparkly flats at Christmas?) and a new handbag, that the thought crossed my mind it was not going so well. I am currently sat in bed (explanation on that in a minute) looking at all the carrier bags wondering what I can take back because I really should not have bought so much stuff. On the plus side, I did buy wrapping paper. That really doesn't make it any better though does it?</p> <p>So, I finish shopping <del>because I couldn't carry anymore</del> and me and T get chinese take away. I loved chinese food before I got pregnant, but since I have been, have felt really odd everytime I've eaten it, but both times, it had been from somewhere other than our regular old local takeaway. So we went back there last night. All good, until 4am this morning when I am wide awake and wanting to be sick. T has declared that there will be no more chinese food for me until the baby is born. Bah. </p> <p>However, while being awake from the food, I start complaining that my legs hurt. This is a pretty normal occurance, but they really hurt last night. I put on a light, and am greeted with the sight of my ankles looking like they belong to someone 20 stone heavier than me. Swollen is an understatement. Que having a bath, taking paracetamol, waiving them above my head (now easier said than done) to try and make them les swollen, but when I awoke at 7.30 this morning I was still in pain and they were still giant, therefore, no work for me today. I am sat in bed, with them still elevated, although they are looking a bit more normal. </p> <p>The bad thing is, I have to go back to town on Sunday, because I have to get this shopping finished. It's like my worst nightmare. Plus I am going to have to figure out what to return, I really, really, surely can't need all of it. Today is going to be spent making a plan of exactly what I need to buy, so they same thing can't happen again, although, I do need some more maternity trousers... </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk/2007/12/07/more_christmas_present_ness~3408526/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk,2007-12-04:/2007/12/04/on_the_subject_of_christmas_presents~3393972/drunkandsentimental2007-12-04T15:24:06+01:002007-12-04T15:24:06+01:00 <p>My half days worth of browsing the internet has led me to this question...</p> <p>Is it wrong to get people a picture of me for Christmas?</p> <p>It'd be me getting married, so not just a random picture of me drunk or anything. I have plenty of them. I'd get them framed. </p> <p>Maybe one for the grandparents. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk/2007/12/04/on_the_subject_of_christmas_presents~3393972/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk,2007-12-04:/2007/12/04/unreasonability~3392625/drunkandsentimental2007-12-04T10:46:43+01:002007-12-04T10:46:43+01:00 <p>I don't even know if thats a word, but bear with me. A couple of things have happened, baby related, which I don't think I am being unreasonable about, but have really bugged me. I may well be being completely unreasonable, but I think I just need to get them out.</p> <p>1. We went to York just over a week ago. Nice day out and all that. Met sister in law, brother in law and BIL's girlfriend there. I hadn't seen sister in law for probably about 6 weeks, and as such, she had not seen the bump. On seeing it, she starts taking pictures of it. Not of me, of the bump. Just my stomach. Not even with my face in it. She knows full well about the issues I have with my body. So why, why, why, would anyone actually need a picture of my stomach? I don't feel the need to take pictures of it, and its my bump. Gah.</p> <p>2. Saw all the in-law crowd this weekend. Resulted in a large argument as they are insisting on telling people the sex of the baby, despite us asking them to keep it to themselves. We found out because we genuinely wanted to know, they bugged us to tell them, so we did, but asked them not to tell anyone as we wanted to break the news when baby was born (and because I think it may still come out as the opposite to what we were told). Yet, they seem incapable of doing this.</p> <p>Really, these are just minor in-law rants. However, I don't think I'm wrong on either point. Yes, I know I am stubborn so going to think that, but I just don't understand why they can't just calm it slightly. They keep saying they are just excited about the baby. <em>Newsflash</em>: WE ALL ARE. But no one is quite over reacting <del>(apart from maybe me in my ranting)</del> in the way that they are.</p> <p>And 3. It's nearly Christmas. I did well on the internet shopping yesterday, so T maybe pretty much sorted. But no one else is. And I have to get my damn office secret santa present. I hate stuff like that, I never know what to buy. And it looks like I will have to go into town at the weekend, which will drive me crazy. On the plus side, it does look like Christmas has thrown up on our office, tat galore. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk/2007/12/04/unreasonability~3392625/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk,2007-12-01:/2007/12/01/pinch_punch_first_of_the_month~3379429/drunkandsentimental2007-12-01T15:52:59+01:002007-12-01T15:52:59+01:00 <p>lets have a fire alarm to celebrate!</p> <p>Yes, I am now firmly back on my sofa after having to run across the hall, to what I initally thought was a fire door having been opened, so much so, I even took time to put my shoes on the right feet. As I got downstairs and about to go out the door, I saw students evacuating. Que much running, and almost mild hysteria from me, as I yell down the phone "its a false alarm, don't send the fire brigade!!", and then more shouting, as once I have silenced the alarm, a particularly annoying student decides to come sauntering out after going back in to use the toilet. I was not hapy.</p> <p>Anyway, it was a false alarm, some students had been cooking breakfast (at 20 past 2 in the afternoon), and it had burnt, thus setting off the alarms. And here was I thinking we would make it through semester 1 without an alarm. </p> <p>And it is the 1st of December. To celebrate this, I am playing Christmas songs, loudly, while thinking about cleaning my flat. I am of course, no where near ready for Christmas, but I felt a little festive, and with T at the football, well, I think I deserve it. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk/2007/12/01/pinch_punch_first_of_the_month~3379429/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk,2007-11-30:/2007/11/30/it_s_gone~3375438/drunkandsentimental2007-11-30T16:57:47+01:002007-11-30T16:57:47+01:00 <p>I have done nothing at work today. I am on duty tonight and tomorrow and at a family-in-law do on Sunday. Then I have to come to work again on Monday.</p> <p>I am knackered. The positivity is running down the street real fast, and shows no signs of coming back. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk/2007/11/30/it_s_gone~3375438/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk,2007-11-28:/2007/11/28/day~3366902/drunkandsentimental2007-11-28T21:42:30+01:002007-11-28T21:42:30+01:00 <p>and still feeling positive.</p> <p>Yes, the office phone rang all day, and I was screaming at it, but again, I enjoyed being busy, even if I didn't enjoy the content of the busy-ness.</p> <p>Yes, I think one of the Assistants at the Hall is a little unstable, and actually now making up stories to be able to stay on next year, but other people agree with me, so I don't feel to bad for thinking it.</p> <p>Yes, a student has just rang my doorbell and then shouted at me because I couldn't fix the washing machine that ate her £1.50, but well, she'll get over it, and I am not employed to be, nor have I ever given the suggestion, that I am a washing machine repairer.</p> <p>Lets see what tomorrow brings! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk/2007/11/28/day~3366902/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk,2007-11-27:/2007/11/27/feeling_positive~3361340/drunkandsentimental2007-11-27T20:45:06+01:002007-11-27T20:45:06+01:00 <p>It's amazing what a couple of days off work will do for you. I went back today with actual energy and willingness to do my job. I walked into craziness, but I buzzed from it, from having stuff to do and actually being able to do it.</p> <p>I've come back to the hall tonight and laughed, and am now contemplating my choices for dinner, as again, I have made a positive decision I will no longer eat the nasty hall food, instead I will make myself nice things. So, its the choice of either shepherds pie or butternut squash soup for my tea.</p> <p>I am going to try harder to think happy. It's been a much better day for actually doing something, and the good old bitch we had in the office this afternoon. Positivity, it's the start of something new. Keep your fingers crossed for me! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk/2007/11/27/feeling_positive~3361340/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk,2007-11-23:/2007/11/23/a_little_break~3343426/drunkandsentimental2007-11-23T23:20:31+01:002007-11-23T23:20:31+01:00 <p>I've had the last 2 days off work. It's been nice. I actually for once feel rested, even though we've had people to stay and I've not really had anymore rest than normal. I only gave in and looked at my work email tonight. I've not done one warden related thing.</p> <p>All this has helped me realise, that although, yes, sometimes I do like my job, when stupid students are not making me cry, I take on far too much, even though I have nothing really to do. I am not willing to take enough me time. I was contemplating working during my maternity leave for heavens sake, I think I am crazy. Why would anyone willingly choose to do that? </p> <p>I do like being a warden, but my priorities are changing. Kids that don't want to keep their rooms clean and want to come home drunk and shouting at 3am, it's taking my all my effort to remain interested. It might just be because we're coming up to the end of the semester, but I now so badly want to buy myself a house and for it to be the 3 of us; me, T and bump. Because the thought of that just makes me smie, and I really haven't been doing enough of that lately. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk/2007/11/23/a_little_break~3343426/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk,2007-11-07:/2007/11/07/hormonal~3258642/drunkandsentimental2007-11-07T11:33:51+01:002007-11-07T11:33:51+01:00 <p>A man came in to the office this morning (I realise now how this sounds like the beginning of a joke, it isn't), and proceeded to be a prime nobber. Accusing me of not supporting students because I couldn't give him money to pay his bank charges. I asked him to leave the office as he was being so rude. He said he didn't think he was being rude and took my name. The minute he left, I burst into tears. </p> <p>This was probably about 45 minutes ago now, and I still can't stop crying. Its not even the sort of thing that I should be crying about, people have been much ruder to me in the past.</p> <p>Yet the tears are still coming, my boss is looking scared and the women in the office are saying nice things in an attempt to make me feel better.</p> <p>I think its going to be a long day. Bloody hormones. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk/2007/11/07/hormonal~3258642/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk,2007-11-06:/2007/11/06/a_little_worry~3256614/drunkandsentimental2007-11-06T22:03:59+01:002007-11-06T22:03:59+01:00 <p>As the date of my scan (next Monday, geez, where did the time go?) gets closer, I find myself worrying about the baby more and more. But they are completely irrational worries, and while that makes me cross with myself, it just makes me worry even more.</p> <p>My fear at the moment, is that I have a girl, and that she is fine, but then grows up to have that small little problem with food that I have. </p> <p>My eating problems have sometimes felt like hell, and I know I am lucky now to be very much over the bad parts of it, and I'm sure its not something that can be passed on, but I just sometimes feel like my baby will inherit my irrationality and with that, all the problems. I mean, I still can't eat infront of groups of people, I can still go days without eating, I can still binge and make myself sick and not think a thing to it. But it's only now, now that I am worrying about that happening to someone else, I can see the effect it must have had on people around me.</p> <p>T has never seen the worst of it. By the time we met, I was still a faddy eater, and would still regularly not eat, but nothing like it was in the old days. I couldn't live with myself if my child thought that was the best way to see food. I know I hid a lot of it, but people around me did know what was going on, I just wouldn't let them close enough to help. Its that old problem I have of thinking I could deal with everything by myself. Of course I couldn't, and things fell apart around me, but at least I got the help I needed and am here now to tell the tale.</p> <p>I don't even know if this makes sense. But I just needed to get it out I think. Sorry, I think there will probably more rambly slightly incoherent posts like this over the coming months. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk/2007/11/06/a_little_worry~3256614/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk,2007-11-03:/2007/11/03/november_already~3240022/drunkandsentimental2007-11-03T16:42:13+01:002007-11-03T16:42:13+01:00 <p>Yes, I know I said I would try and blog more often, but of course, I failed. I shouldn't have expected anything less.</p> <p>But anyway, moving swiftly on.</p> <p>Squirmy worm is moving and I think, kicking. It's quite nice. People keep telling me I won't be saying that when its kicking me all through the night, but as I still have no bump, it's kind of a relief that I know there is something there and I'm not dreaming. Nearly everyone knows now as well, which is nice, as people actually seem excited for us. That is, everyone apart from the 'friend' who last week when we went out for dinner just came out and asked me if it was a mistake. Using those exact words. A mistake. I was cross. Seriously, who asks that?!</p> <p>Still, it is a week away from the 20 week scan. Exciting. Time is flying at the moment. It's the end of week 6 semester wise, which seems crazy. This time in 6 weeks I'll be in the US of A. Whoo! </p> <p>It's November, but its lovely outside. We went into town this morning (to pick up my new glasses, unexciting, but necessary) and I coudln't get over how warm and nice it is. Autumnal. What a good word that is. I'm having a walk by myself into the village in a bit. I spend all my time when on duty complaining I can't leave, so it seems daft that when I can I tend to spend all my time in the flat. </p> <p>Things at the hall seem to be quiet. Its nice. I'm on duty tomorrow so fingers crossed they stay that way. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk/2007/11/03/november_already~3240022/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk,2007-10-21:/2007/10/21/not_much_happening~3173110/drunkandsentimental2007-10-21T20:00:53+02:002007-10-21T20:00:53+02:00 <p>It's a little quiet round here. Sorry about that.</p> <p>Truth is it's because there's really not much happening. </p> <p>Boss has been in Japan, so quiet at work. Although he is back Tuesday, so tomorrow will see much craziness from me as I try and do everything I'm meant to have done while he has been away instead of just played on t'interweb all day.</p> <p>Baby is fine. Went to midwife on Wednesday. She took blood which has resulted in a lovely bruise on my arm. It's giant and actually quite hurts. But then she found the heartbeat so I had a little coo at how strong it seems, and it made me actually realise it's still in there. It's started getting a little squirmy as well. Generally in the evenings, if I don't think about, I can feel it move. Only 3 weeks, and then it will no longer be an it, but an actual he or she. Woo.</p> <p>All is quiet at the hall. I like that. Just got through another weekend duty with no major events. Hurrah. This pleases me muchly, as now I have another week and a half of sleeping the night trhough with earplugs, before duty happens again. And when it does, we'll be half way through the semester. How crazy is that, they'll be home for Christmas before we know it.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk/2007/10/21/not_much_happening~3173110/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk,2007-10-09:/2007/10/09/morning_sickness~3107610/drunkandsentimental2007-10-09T11:26:19+02:002007-10-09T11:26:19+02:00 <p>Why did the doctor tell me it would go away at 12 weeks? Here I am now, over 15, and it's still grim. Gah. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk/2007/10/09/morning_sickness~3107610/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk,2007-10-04:/2007/10/04/it_makes_me_sad~3085740/drunkandsentimental2007-10-04T20:42:29+02:002007-10-04T20:42:29+02:00 <p>that I am not looking forward to the weekend.</p> <p>I love weekends. I get to sleep. I get to shop. I get to stay in my pj's until teatime if I so desire (and I quite often do). This weekend though, I am on duty Saturday.</p> <p>Saturday in the hall will see "soccer Saturday", a drinking game where everytime a goal is scored, students will drink. Combine this with a variety of other rules, by teatime, I expect to have a number of very drunken students. </p> <p>Saturday evening will see number 2 most troublesome student finally have her party. It's a "crazy mental haunted asylum" theme. Doesn't that pretty much tell you why I am dreading it? </p> <p>Maybe I shouldn't be so down on it all. But I can't help thinking that if I get through to 8am Saturday morning without an incident, it will be a small miracle.</p> <p>In other exciting hall related news though, I have fined my first student. Don't go through alarmed fire doors at 3am kids, it makes me cross! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://drunkandsentimental.blog.co.uk/2007/10/04/it_makes_me_sad~3085740/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>