Mid September

How amazing that fall is here already. What happened to May?

In two weeks we move into our house. No, we haven't got most things packed already, as some folks would assume two smart women would be doing. We didn't want to be reopening boxes to get at stuff while we waited on word of an actual closing date, so we put it off. LOL, same procrastination, different excuse... errr reason!

Official word came night before last though, so it's time to start filling boxes. Oh, and just to spice things up a bit, last night we saw our newest bank, the one who will be holding the mortgage on our new house, in the news. The US subprime slump is affecting banks in the UK now, ours included. Instead of borrowing from other banks, they've taken loans from Bank of England at a smaller cost. They'll be okay, we're told by our financial advisor, but thousands of their customers don't believe it and are pulling out all their savings. Don't you just love shit like this?

I've been going to the dentist again. After I found out that I'm actually an NHS patient (rates HUGELY reduced) I started to tick off the problems lurking within my maw. I'm still so surprised to find myself in this dental program. You hear/see folks complaining that they can't find an NHS dentist, or the ones who offer that program are full up for the next decade. Me, I had a swipe at my regular dentist who chastised me for ignoring an appointment till it became a problem.. and presto, am seeing the NHS lady dentist (a cutie too ;) the next time I'm there. Yeah, I feel guilty for falling into this luck.. but this kind of stuff NEVER happens to me so I'm hoggin on it.

Work has taken an unpredicted turn. Contracts dept used to consist of four peeps, three who worked the contracts, and one admin. First, our supervisor moved to New Zealand this August, leaving me and the guy who's only been there 8 months longer than me along with the admin. Last week, the guy applied to a university teaching program and was accepted. He's going to be a geography teacher! ( That kills me, he's a wannabe rapstar who performs around Liverpool with his band, and the kids will NOT believe that ...) Anyway, if you're counting, all this subtracting leaves me alone being the contract department, plus our admin. Admin girl had surgery on her wrist last weekend and has been off recovering all week.

On the one hand, this does make me happier at work, cos I'm busier. I get to follow through on everything that comes through the department, not set something up only to have a co-worker change it when further bits cross their desk later.

But I DO get all the flack off the Sales Dept, who want to treat me like their secretary. One bitched last week that he had to put the 3 little sticky 'sign here' things on the 15 page Employment contract I'd just created for him. Oh BooHOO.. I'll fucking give you sticky notes.. up the ass if you continue with the whining. Go swagger your cryin lil self over to another department cos I'm not impressed nor am I inspired to do your bidding. Kiss your own ass...

Yeah, team player over here. Seriously though, I'm obviously up to my eyes in work and you think it's just fine to walk right past the cabinet that contains those sticky things and spend MY time complaining when you could fix it yourself in less time? Yeah, can you feel the sympathy?

In all seriousness, I didn't say any of that to the co-worker. I ignored the remark, pounding out my nasty replies here instead of on his head. Appearance-wise, I AM a good girl :)

Being paid peanuts, I'm still looking for work. I took a holiday for an appointment a few weeks ago, got all spiffed up and headed into town. Even before I get into the interview proper, the lady mentions temporary. It's contract labor. I did NOT see temporary anywhere on the job spec. Had to apologize for wasting her time and explain that I'm buying a house and not in a position to go temporary anywhere.

The uni admin position never called. I should ring for feedback, see why they obviously hate me. But my pride's taken another knock and I can't bear the thought so I'm letting it go. I'm such a wuss. My excuse this time is that I can't be bothered, what with moving and all...

I go up and down with this. I have to be pissed off enough to stick my neck out and apply. The rejection hurts.