This Is Not A Democracy

So, my knee was fine until I fell on it really heavily three times at practice today. Over all, it was a good practice, but now my leg feels really quite pathetic and feeble. Coming out of the gym it felt like it was just going to give way (which, given the problems with the quadriceps insertion is a possibility).

I also have a cold, right now. I'm exhausted and frankly feel physically quite miserable. I hope I'm better by Saturday, as Vicky is coming down to visit properly for the first time in about five years.

Unfortunately, I see a hell of a lot of non-weekends in my future. I will be so glad when the office move is over with.

Also, I still have patches of that rash. I can't wait for my blood test on Monday, so I can have some answers. Mind you, it took them weeks and five instances of blood taking to get anything, last year. *head desk*

I hope this gets sorted soon. I'm so tired of being ill.

God. I am back. It's been a nightmare only being able to get online on my phone. I never check LJ from there because the screen is so tiny and if you try to post you have to do it in a box an inch square.


We are now in the new house! Hurrah! It is much bigger than the old place, although I do feel a bit lost with all the space. We now own a big, squishy green sofa and a blue armchair, too. Since we've been here, it has snowed more than I've ever seen in the space of a year. Getting to work tomorrow is going to be more than a little bit ridiculous. No matter which way I walk, it'll be uphill.

Work is exactly the same as it was a few weeks ago. They keep telling me I'm amazing but I have still seen no payrise or official promotion. :\ I did get a bonus for "going above and beyond" when I arranged the company Christmas party, which was nice.

Christmas sucked because I had a reaction to the smoke cloak issued by the intruder alarm at work - and then I got a cold on top of it. New Year was weak because my plans went tits up. Not a great start to the year, but I did make up for it with lunch with Matthew and Wild Things Weekend with the girls.



Wild Things Weekend involved myself, shiny_starlight, supercasio and fadefromblack, food, zombie escape plans being taken very seriously, confusing Matthew with unsolicited texts about not wearing red shirts in the event of a crisis, awesome food at the best buffet restaurant you will ever go to (honestly, it's like a palace of nom), lots of goofing around and feeling sick from over eating on the beach and then... Where the Wild Things Are.

Now, I'm not going to spoil this, but I do have to ask, "Who the fuck thought this was suitable for children?" It's fucked up! At one point I thought the kids in front of me would start screaming, it was so dark and creepy. It was also insanely depressing and had an air of a film that had significant scenes missing - like bits had been edited out for rating approval. So fucking weird. I would like to see a Director's Cut of this one, because I feel like so much is unclear.

But anyway - that's the update. How have you all been?

Moving to Brighton and taking the job at Babel was clearly the best thing I've ever done.

The people I work with are awesome. Brighton is awesome. This summer is going to be brilliant.

Guess what I did today - aside from fall off a stool in a First Aid training centre and twist my foot?

I spent the morning handling and counting real human bones (everything from feet to kneecaps to skulls) so that they can be cremated. Yes, I did just say that.

They're old training aids from the early St John days and because they constitute "human tissue" they can't just be binned out of respect for the PERSON THEY USED TO BE and because of human rights (seriously) they can't be put on display anymore, even though they were from people who gave their bodies to science.

Good job I'm not squeamish, really.


(If anyone's wondering why I'm volunteering at my old job, it was at a centre in the suburbs, with two elderly ladies who absolutely could not have managed lifting and cleaning some of the shit we did today. It had nothing to do with NHQ, and everything to do with the brigade and history. Although two Asian girls came in and asked us how to get on courses, so I went into Account Co-ordinator mode and gave them all the relevant courses and numbers so they could book.

Job bitterness fail.)

I just applied for a job with a major international company in the North West Chicago area.

I don't know if I'll get it (I doubt I will, on account of the fact they'd have to sponsor me) BUT I thought. "Why not?"

The chance of an email saying, "No thanks" over the opportunity to live and work in Chicago? NO BRAINER. I am SO FUCKING QUALIFIED for this job.



pleaseletmegetitpleaseletmegetitpleaseletmegetitpleasepleaseplease

Rosie,

My certificate is ending soon and I need to book in for a refresher course.

It runs out XX Month.

I am due to have a baby at the end of April so may not be able to attend XX Month - XX Month.

Thanks,

Scott

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Today I went shopping with the adorable scoobygang63 and proved that my waist and my boobs and my arse DO NOT BELONG ON THE SAME PERSON.

Maybe my boobs and my arse, but not my waist. Because 44-32-48 IS NOT SHOPPABLE. When I put on a waist belt over my t-shirt in Primark, two chavvy girls' eyes nearly fell out. It looked insane. I looked like someone had stuck a bike pump up my arse and inflated me, like a cartoon.

See, I have an interview for my boss's job on Monday, with what sounds like a middle-aged man who knows I'm bisexual (equal opportunities forms, oh yay) but has never met me, and said he can't wait to meet me. EXPLOITEXPLOITEXLOIT. So, I have a grey pencil shirt, a grey and white striped, slightly-over-sized boy-shape shirt, over a black tight tee, and with black heels. I just tried it on with the Magic Pants. HOSHIT. Even I would do me.

I spent almost £40 in Primark for which I got:

An enormous handbag in grey, black and reddish pink - £6
Two pairs of flannel pyjamas in shades of blue - £8
Blue and yellow 'California Dreams' retro t-shirt - £4 (reminds me of the Rehab Summer Camp one I was wearing at the time)
A green and white vest top - £2
5 pairs of stripey socks - £4
2 pairs of tube socks - £2
Pants: 2x Space Invaders, 1x Rubiks Cube, 1x Made in the 80s, 1x Magic Fat Bird pants.

I've a feeling there was something else but I can't remember what it was. (Oh - a PVC make up bag)

All in all, a good day. I spent less than £100 on clothes and got quite a bit, plus a good outfit for the interview.

I really hope I get this job.

I need a career change.

I've resolved to get a new job in the New Year, but I'm thinking about getting into something that would allow me to be rated as a Skilled Worker, perhaps, so I could work internationally in the future.

I've thought about becoming a tattooist, because it's obviously something I love and I do have some skills with regard to drawing and shading - it's something I've always loved. I'm also not too bad with the blood aspect or dealing with other people (having been described by my manager, yesterday, as 'one of the best customer service staff I've ever met'). But that's hard to get into and would take a long period of training/apprenticeship during which I suspect I would be on really shit money.

Totally, totally different careers interest me, too - I mean, I'd be happy to become a plumber, even, if I could get the training. I suspect that the majority of women would be pretty happy to have a woman, er, checking their pipes (shows my kind of social circle, actually, that).

Does anyone have any suggestions? At the moment, I'm a National Account Co-ordinator for a charity; I manage the training for mega-huge companies, solve all their problems, deal with all their queries from, 'When is the next First Aid at Work Course?' to, 'How many First Aiders do we need?', to 'WTF is this on my invoice?', to 'Mavis has got a bad back, can she do the course?'. We're talking the parent-companies of high street banks, here. Companies that huge. And in the last year or so, I've had two of my contacts leave and go to new companies, and contact us from their new jobs to ask if they can have an account and please can Rosie be my account manager, plsplspls?

I'm good at what I do now, and I know that. But it's time to do something else.

The only thing is, I don't have parents or anything to support me in this. Nothing to fall back on. And damn, have I seen my friends pull some amazing feats when it comes to getting out there under their own steam and going for what they want (and I am so, so proud of one person in particular; they know who they are) so I shouldn't complain... but man. It's a daunting prospect.

But I know I have to do this sooner rather than later and now is the perfect time.

Got told today that I'm getting £250.00 bonus this month for being awesome.

HOLIDAY MONEY, O RLY?!