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So i am shit at this blogging-keeping-people-up-to-date-with-my-lfie but i've been pretty dull for a while now and i feel like i've slipped away from people hence my lack of blogging because i feel people don't want to read it and blah blah blah spiral effect.
Also, another reason for the lack of blogging is that, for about 4 weeks now, my timetable has been:
10am - drag self out of bed
11am until 3pm - summer scheme (mum's offical charity!!) with autistic children. anywhere between 13 to 31 kids per day
3:20pm - arrive home, find work uniform
4pm until ~12am/1am - close shift at McDonalds
~2am/3am - finish buzzing from close and sleep
10am - drag self out of bed.
....and repeat. so, with the except for a 5 day excursion back to Leeds last week to see Dave (i am such a girl- there is a total entry about all this newcouple like sort of being with someone milarky to be discussed), that is my life. And the non!summer scheme days, i.e. the weekend, there is a 8 hour McShift to be had and a nap afterwards usually. So, my free-time is pretty non-existent (hence writing this at 2:40am when i really should be trying to sleep)
But!!!! I quit McDonalds on Sunday. Yes, after 3 and 1/2 years (seriously, you get less time for murder), I decided I could not hack the job and the twatty staff and the consistent annoying customers and the lack of life and the lack of study time and the crippling conscientiousness that just constantly dicked me over during working and wanting to cry during/after/before shifts, I couldn't do it anymore. I have hated roughly 70-80% of the shifts I have worked since being back - that's not...it's not healthy, right?
So I quit. Two weeks notice and i will no longer be a McCorporate Slave. I feel like it should a huge thing as McDonalds was when I started to grow up. It was my first job, where i first obtained a real social life outside my schoolfriends, made me grow up, showed me what i could maybe do, gave me my first "boyfriend" -- it was a lot of firsts for me. And i still love a lot of people there. But....but. I don't feel anything at the minute. Strange, right?
A question now - leaping from topics like a mofo. I put photos of Leeds up on facebook some of which will be under the cut below but....Dave's ex-girlfriend, Steph (who i get on really well with and has always been nice to me but is still, y'know, Dave's ex-of-3-years) 'liked' this photo of us
....is it just me being a little strange but...i can't help but think that's a little weird, right? i mean, is it weird to 'like' a photo of your ex and the girl he's seeing obviously being sort of together? or is it just me?
more leeds photos beneath the cut - bunch of us went out to dress up for dave's business at our bar, so photos abounded. plus, one of the two of us. feel free to shy away from the saccarine sentiment.
( wholly interesting cut text about something very intellectual and possibly involving a pun )
in other words: i miss you, i love you, i read your entries but i understand if you just glance over mine now. but you're still in my thoughts more than you might think.
Also, another reason for the lack of blogging is that, for about 4 weeks now, my timetable has been:
10am - drag self out of bed
11am until 3pm - summer scheme (mum's offical charity!!) with autistic children. anywhere between 13 to 31 kids per day
3:20pm - arrive home, find work uniform
4pm until ~12am/1am - close shift at McDonalds
~2am/3am - finish buzzing from close and sleep
10am - drag self out of bed.
....and repeat. so, with the except for a 5 day excursion back to Leeds last week to see Dave (i am such a girl- there is a total entry about all this new
But!!!! I quit McDonalds on Sunday. Yes, after 3 and 1/2 years (seriously, you get less time for murder), I decided I could not hack the job and the twatty staff and the consistent annoying customers and the lack of life and the lack of study time and the crippling conscientiousness that just constantly dicked me over during working and wanting to cry during/after/before shifts, I couldn't do it anymore. I have hated roughly 70-80% of the shifts I have worked since being back - that's not...it's not healthy, right?
So I quit. Two weeks notice and i will no longer be a McCorporate Slave. I feel like it should a huge thing as McDonalds was when I started to grow up. It was my first job, where i first obtained a real social life outside my schoolfriends, made me grow up, showed me what i could maybe do, gave me my first "boyfriend" -- it was a lot of firsts for me. And i still love a lot of people there. But....but. I don't feel anything at the minute. Strange, right?
A question now - leaping from topics like a mofo. I put photos of Leeds up on facebook some of which will be under the cut below but....Dave's ex-girlfriend, Steph (who i get on really well with and has always been nice to me but is still, y'know, Dave's ex-of-3-years) 'liked' this photo of us
....is it just me being a little strange but...i can't help but think that's a little weird, right? i mean, is it weird to 'like' a photo of your ex and the girl he's seeing obviously being sort of together? or is it just me?
more leeds photos beneath the cut - bunch of us went out to dress up for dave's business at our bar, so photos abounded. plus, one of the two of us. feel free to shy away from the saccarine sentiment.
( wholly interesting cut text about something very intellectual and possibly involving a pun )
in other words: i miss you, i love you, i read your entries but i understand if you just glance over mine now. but you're still in my thoughts more than you might think.
