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The Day There Were PLANS, Baby

on Jan 5, 2015

If nothing else, today was awesome because everyone had to go back to work and I didn’t. (And just to rub it in a little more, I’ve also booked off tomorrow, too. I know: you hate me. I don’t care, though). It’s been a quiet day. Spent the day not doing very much, initially a little bit of stitching and then, latterly, trying to clear some documentaries off the Sky+ Planner. S was in school and M in work from 2pm, so it was unnaturally quiet once M had left – my first alone time since before Christmas, I guess. Thankfully I had birthday dog Wesker (Four! He’s FOUR!) to keep me company – and my toes warm – until it was time to pick S up. Whilst I was off from the day job, IGN never sleeps, so whilst I didn’t write anything today, I subbed and pitched a few things. Also decluttered my inbox, which – despite my best efforts to...

Protected: The Day I’m Fighting Helicopter Parenting

on Jan 4, 2015

The post here is protected, probably because I’m ranting about something (read: someone) in my life and am trying to spare feelings. You don’t have to miss out, though. Providing we’re somewhat acquainted (but don’t share DNA), you can ask for the password via my contact page!

The day with the big black plume of panic

on Mar 7, 2013

Well. Last week was fun. I lie, of course. It was about as enjoyable as an acute chest infection. Which is what I had. For TEN FUCKING DAYS. So: not much to write about, really. My perspective over the last week has essentially been anchored to my bed, and few exciting things happen in the confines of my tiny bedroom (no offence, husband). I applied for another job yesterday (excellent money; great opportunities. I hit around 95% of the essential criteria and 90% of the desirable, but I don’t think that my experience is exactly what they’re looking for, so as much as I’d love it, I don’t think I’ll get it. But since I think I had 100% of both for that last job and didn’t get anywhere, what the hell, right? You miss 100% of the chances you don’t take. It was the hardest application I’ve ever submitted though, consisting of five...

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