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We had our appraisal training at work today. My God - it's supposed to reassure us, but I was sitting there nearly having a nervous breakdown about every tiny thing! I'm so insecure in my job it's pathetic, really. I've been mistreated by employers so often - and although my current boss is lovely and very likeable, I still always find myself waiting for the bomb to drop.
They're going to employ someone to become Marketing Assistant, as well, which is disappointing. It'll mean they do the jobs I used to do for Sally, which made my job a bit more varied. She linked me to the job description, but they want someone with a business degree - which I don't - and although I know I could do the job, I can't even apply for it.
Wah, etc.
After a few days with next to no sleep - no idea why, just random insomnia - I've been getting better. I woke up and skimmed Millennium, this morning, which I need to screencap in order to add the shots to the archive for TCO, at 7.00am (how is it possibly to change your appearance that much in a few months? Even a year? Madness). I'm exhausted now, and glad tomorrow is Friday. I don't even have to look neat for work because it's dress-down day, thank God.
I wish I could sleep all weekend. I could, really, if I wanted, I suppose. But if I'm honest, I have things I should be doing - like socialising. I don't do that enough any more - not in real time. With my friends mostly scattered across the Western Hemisphere it's a bit difficult to nip out for a pint or to the movies (must see Harry Potter!) or go to gigs. I don't even have Jason to gig with any more, because he's in Oxford. Wah, wah, wah.
They're going to employ someone to become Marketing Assistant, as well, which is disappointing. It'll mean they do the jobs I used to do for Sally, which made my job a bit more varied. She linked me to the job description, but they want someone with a business degree - which I don't - and although I know I could do the job, I can't even apply for it.
Wah, etc.
After a few days with next to no sleep - no idea why, just random insomnia - I've been getting better. I woke up and skimmed Millennium, this morning, which I need to screencap in order to add the shots to the archive for TCO, at 7.00am (how is it possibly to change your appearance that much in a few months? Even a year? Madness). I'm exhausted now, and glad tomorrow is Friday. I don't even have to look neat for work because it's dress-down day, thank God.
I wish I could sleep all weekend. I could, really, if I wanted, I suppose. But if I'm honest, I have things I should be doing - like socialising. I don't do that enough any more - not in real time. With my friends mostly scattered across the Western Hemisphere it's a bit difficult to nip out for a pint or to the movies (must see Harry Potter!) or go to gigs. I don't even have Jason to gig with any more, because he's in Oxford. Wah, wah, wah.