This is just going to be one of those days...
I can't say I'm too impressed with how this university runs. Well, what I've noticed of the payroll side of it anyway. I know it's not much, but - I did some tour guide work for my department, a total of ten hours, in February/March. Straight away, I filled in a form with my NI number, inland revenue etc, so it could be processed by the payroll department and I could get paid.
So far, so good. Before Easter, I went to the lady in charge of payments in my department, and she said I would get an e-mail/slip through internal mail when I could pick up my payment. After Easter I went in and she said I just had to wait. Today she sent me off to the payroll office, who dug through papers for about half an hour before saying 'Hm, that's weird. Go down to the finance office in the University House, they might know.' I did, and after they had dug through some piles of paper, I finally got my money. I know I know, I'm making a big deal out of £60, but that's £60 I could have spent ages ago. Haha.
It just makes me think of all of Dan's contract business and how badly that was dealt with!!
Hairdressers on campus were fully booked today - ah well.
Yeah I'm bored, might write more later.
Monday, May 15, 2006
Sunday, May 14, 2006
I have a throbbing headache. And I keep sneezing. What's that - a cold right before my exams on Tuesday? How lovely.
But this post won't be me moaning about how hard my life is.
Actually, I don't know what it will be about.
Just came back from seeing Walk the Line. Amazing! I really recommend it, the music is brilliant and Reese Witherspoon is sweet as a peach. Or something. Nah, it was a really good film, I really enjoyed it.
That was my second revision break for the day. My first was going in to town with Gill. Would have been a shopping spree but neither of us found anything that fit. Damn shops! We did go to Sainsbury's though so I'm having a proper meal tomorrow night. Woo!
As for revision... no more breaks!
Apart from when I, tomorrow, get my hair cut, send the skirts away, hand in forms to the dept, resubmit old coursework, find proof of address I can bring to Barclays, print Barclays forms.. and so on. But I'm sure I can cram revision in there somewhere.
In just over a month, I'll be in sunny Turkey... can't wait! Get to go far far away with my Mickey, if only for a week... Aahh! :D
Right, I'm off. Might write more later, might not. Who knows?
But this post won't be me moaning about how hard my life is.
Actually, I don't know what it will be about.
Just came back from seeing Walk the Line. Amazing! I really recommend it, the music is brilliant and Reese Witherspoon is sweet as a peach. Or something. Nah, it was a really good film, I really enjoyed it.
That was my second revision break for the day. My first was going in to town with Gill. Would have been a shopping spree but neither of us found anything that fit. Damn shops! We did go to Sainsbury's though so I'm having a proper meal tomorrow night. Woo!
As for revision... no more breaks!
Apart from when I, tomorrow, get my hair cut, send the skirts away, hand in forms to the dept, resubmit old coursework, find proof of address I can bring to Barclays, print Barclays forms.. and so on. But I'm sure I can cram revision in there somewhere.
In just over a month, I'll be in sunny Turkey... can't wait! Get to go far far away with my Mickey, if only for a week... Aahh! :D
Right, I'm off. Might write more later, might not. Who knows?
Friday, May 12, 2006
Creative Writing, done and handed in! Woo! 42 pages with cover sheet, as if they expect us to staple through that? Took me about 5 attempts before it even went through, and even then it wasn't good. I just stapled a few more times, looks awful but it's gotta be done hasn't it?
I didn't get the job at the hotel. The interview was... weird. The girl interviewing me seemed well sweet, I liked her. And she did seem to like me as well, so that could've gone well. But no! One of her superiours were there as well (I think she might have been new or something) which made both of us very nervous. Hir arrogant attitude didn't help, for the full length of the interview, he was sat acting like he wasn't listening, looking around him, at his watch; anywhere but at me. He did ask some questions, butting in and interrupting the girl. What a wanker!
Got a call back from Barclays though! Have a maths test next Saturday. Maths test!! Lol. It's for a cashiers job, she said on the phone, which I really wouldn't mind. Also, it's right bang in the middle of Manchester, which might be an ass in the summer when it's boiling - but now I'm just talking like I've already got the job, should stop that. There's a difference between a positive attitude and arrogance. God forbid I share any traits with abovementioned wanker.
I didn't get the job at the hotel. The interview was... weird. The girl interviewing me seemed well sweet, I liked her. And she did seem to like me as well, so that could've gone well. But no! One of her superiours were there as well (I think she might have been new or something) which made both of us very nervous. Hir arrogant attitude didn't help, for the full length of the interview, he was sat acting like he wasn't listening, looking around him, at his watch; anywhere but at me. He did ask some questions, butting in and interrupting the girl. What a wanker!
Got a call back from Barclays though! Have a maths test next Saturday. Maths test!! Lol. It's for a cashiers job, she said on the phone, which I really wouldn't mind. Also, it's right bang in the middle of Manchester, which might be an ass in the summer when it's boiling - but now I'm just talking like I've already got the job, should stop that. There's a difference between a positive attitude and arrogance. God forbid I share any traits with abovementioned wanker.
Friday, May 05, 2006
It's 06:10 Friday morning, well-adjusted adults are just getting up for work with the sun. School children are being woken by the shrieks of their alarms, immidiately checking their phones for possible missed calls or texts that have arrived during the night, before going downstairs for their breakfast. University students are in bed, having stumbled in only a few hours earlier. There is no chance of them waking up before the sun has passed its peak today; they feel they deserve this rest.
I'm bored. Came in at half two, rang Mickey. Spent some time sorting my lecture notes while Panda was asleep on my floor. Walked her back, with Emma. Sat there for a while. Came back here, tried to convince Emma to stay up with me, unsuccessfully I might add. Ate some toast, and washed a shit-load of dishes. None of the things I washed were mine. Then I attempted to clean the cookers but they were so minging I gave up. Now I'm writing.
Have a job interview tomorrow. Today. Wish me luck! It's for some posh hotel in Manchester. I also finished my essay!
And am sat here hoping today will be as nice as yesterday. Bloomin' tropical! Lovely. Yeah yeah global warming, blah blah. Nothing wrong with enjoying one of the few perks of something awful.
I'm bored. Came in at half two, rang Mickey. Spent some time sorting my lecture notes while Panda was asleep on my floor. Walked her back, with Emma. Sat there for a while. Came back here, tried to convince Emma to stay up with me, unsuccessfully I might add. Ate some toast, and washed a shit-load of dishes. None of the things I washed were mine. Then I attempted to clean the cookers but they were so minging I gave up. Now I'm writing.
Have a job interview tomorrow. Today. Wish me luck! It's for some posh hotel in Manchester. I also finished my essay!
And am sat here hoping today will be as nice as yesterday. Bloomin' tropical! Lovely. Yeah yeah global warming, blah blah. Nothing wrong with enjoying one of the few perks of something awful.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Stolen from ArmyAndrea :)
My ex is hopefully very happy:)
Maybe I should consider sleeping now?
I love ...do I need to write it? :)
I don’t understand credit cards. I just can't get my head around how they work. It's just one of those weird things I suppose.
I lose my will to live and/or stay at university when I go to 232 and 207 lectures. Which is why I don't :)
People say I’m brave for moving over alone. But I didn't move over alone!
Love is fantastic!
Somewhere, someone is just like me? I'd like to think not.
I will always love yyyoooouuuuu oooo my darling youuuu and iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii (I'll be singing that all day now. thanks a bunch!).
Forever's gonna start tonight:)
I never thought I would be moving into my own house before finishing uni. Campus is so comfortable and easy. Dead sick of it now though!
I think I need a plan. Sort everything out.
When I wake up I'm going to put my head down and finish this essay!
My past is in the past.
I get annoyed when people I don't know very well make fun of my accent. Fook orf! The people who are allowed to are fewer than the fingers on my left hand.
Parties are too few these days!
My dog would be lovely and sweet and not need walking. Ever.
My cat will be cute and cuddly, and actually LIKE me. They never do! :(
Kisses are lovely.
Tomorrow, I’m finishing my essay and sending a package to Essex. Lalala.
I really want to be able to sleep more. At night.
I have low tolerance for stupid people, silly people, boring people, overly traditional/fanatic people, people who try to push their beliefs on me, fake people. People in general :)
My ex is hopefully very happy:)
Maybe I should consider sleeping now?
I love ...do I need to write it? :)
I don’t understand credit cards. I just can't get my head around how they work. It's just one of those weird things I suppose.
I lose my will to live and/or stay at university when I go to 232 and 207 lectures. Which is why I don't :)
People say I’m brave for moving over alone. But I didn't move over alone!
Love is fantastic!
Somewhere, someone is just like me? I'd like to think not.
I will always love yyyoooouuuuu oooo my darling youuuu and iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii (I'll be singing that all day now. thanks a bunch!).
Forever's gonna start tonight:)
I never thought I would be moving into my own house before finishing uni. Campus is so comfortable and easy. Dead sick of it now though!
I think I need a plan. Sort everything out.
When I wake up I'm going to put my head down and finish this essay!
My past is in the past.
I get annoyed when people I don't know very well make fun of my accent. Fook orf! The people who are allowed to are fewer than the fingers on my left hand.
Parties are too few these days!
My dog would be lovely and sweet and not need walking. Ever.
My cat will be cute and cuddly, and actually LIKE me. They never do! :(
Kisses are lovely.
Tomorrow, I’m finishing my essay and sending a package to Essex. Lalala.
I really want to be able to sleep more. At night.
I have low tolerance for stupid people, silly people, boring people, overly traditional/fanatic people, people who try to push their beliefs on me, fake people. People in general :)
Hey!
I've been out tonight. Toast alternative night. It wasn't brilliant, but then Toast never is. A lot of creepy guys as per usual, but ignoring them seemed to work in most cases. Where it didn't, a well placed elbow did the trick!
Dave came by for a bit, not seen him in ages! Well, since.. err.. last 203 thing? Or something. Same with Jack. Well, I'd have been surprised if he'd have been in a 203 seminar as he does philosophy or something like that. But yeah, this time I recognised him. Took him a while to recognise me though, could've been the drunkenness, could've been my blondeness. Who knows, who cares?
Went to Grassington last week as well, was ace:) Went for a meal with Mike's mum, his sister and her boyfriend at the Tennants, amaaaazing food. Then down the pub. Lalala.
Managed to get two out of the five things I put on eBay sold, I thought that was pretty good. Ok, so only one person bid on them. But still! I'm like, a tenner richer:) Well chuffed, at least someone likes my stuff.
Been trying to write this essay for a while now, it's the hardest thing I've ever done. Not counting maths or ridiculously hard chemistry here! But I've got until Friday, and it's very doable! So should be alright. More worried about revision - but today was a bank holiday, and everybody knows you can't revise on holidays. And tomorrow is the day after a bank holiday, so that doesn't work. And the day after is a Wednesday... So yeah. Not gonna happen;)
OOO! I got approved by the translation agency! So happy! Yes, congratulations are in order. Lol. Just waiting to hear back from potential clients now. Also waiting to hear back from Shell Step, wonder how that works really. Think I might ring the dude tomorrow. Am also ringing Barclays, for a phone interview.. Cross your fingers, everyone! Wouldn't mind getting into banking, it's proper experience and beats breakfast hostess jobs.. ahem.
Now I'm out of things to say. So... goodnight!
I've been out tonight. Toast alternative night. It wasn't brilliant, but then Toast never is. A lot of creepy guys as per usual, but ignoring them seemed to work in most cases. Where it didn't, a well placed elbow did the trick!
Dave came by for a bit, not seen him in ages! Well, since.. err.. last 203 thing? Or something. Same with Jack. Well, I'd have been surprised if he'd have been in a 203 seminar as he does philosophy or something like that. But yeah, this time I recognised him. Took him a while to recognise me though, could've been the drunkenness, could've been my blondeness. Who knows, who cares?
Went to Grassington last week as well, was ace:) Went for a meal with Mike's mum, his sister and her boyfriend at the Tennants, amaaaazing food. Then down the pub. Lalala.
Managed to get two out of the five things I put on eBay sold, I thought that was pretty good. Ok, so only one person bid on them. But still! I'm like, a tenner richer:) Well chuffed, at least someone likes my stuff.
Been trying to write this essay for a while now, it's the hardest thing I've ever done. Not counting maths or ridiculously hard chemistry here! But I've got until Friday, and it's very doable! So should be alright. More worried about revision - but today was a bank holiday, and everybody knows you can't revise on holidays. And tomorrow is the day after a bank holiday, so that doesn't work. And the day after is a Wednesday... So yeah. Not gonna happen;)
OOO! I got approved by the translation agency! So happy! Yes, congratulations are in order. Lol. Just waiting to hear back from potential clients now. Also waiting to hear back from Shell Step, wonder how that works really. Think I might ring the dude tomorrow. Am also ringing Barclays, for a phone interview.. Cross your fingers, everyone! Wouldn't mind getting into banking, it's proper experience and beats breakfast hostess jobs.. ahem.
Now I'm out of things to say. So... goodnight!
Monday, May 01, 2006
Jack wakes up in bed with a huge hangover. He forces himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of headache tablets with a glass of water on the beside table. And, next to them, a single red rose!
He then notices his clothing, all cleaned and pressed. He looks around the room, and sees that it is in perfect order, spotlessly clean. He takes the tablets, and reads the note on the table which says:
"Darling, breakfast is on the cooker, I left early to do the shopping. Love you".
Going into the bathroom, he cringes when he sees a huge black eye staring back at him in the bathroom mirror.
He stumbles his way to the kitchen, where, sure enough there is a hot breakfast and the morning paper. His son is also at the table, eating breakfast. So Jack asks "son what happened last night?"
"Well, dad, you came home after 3.00am, drunk and out of your mind. You broke some of the furniture, vomited in the hallway and got that black eye when you fell into the door".
Jack then asks "so, why is everything so perfect - I have a red rose, and breakfast is waiting for me?"
His son replys " Oh THAT!!! Mum dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your trousers off you screamed " Leave me alone, you tart, I'm married!".
Broken Furniture £95.00
Hot Breakfast £4.00
Red Rose £3.00
Two Aspirin .50p
Saying the right thing at the right time......... Priceless
He then notices his clothing, all cleaned and pressed. He looks around the room, and sees that it is in perfect order, spotlessly clean. He takes the tablets, and reads the note on the table which says:
"Darling, breakfast is on the cooker, I left early to do the shopping. Love you".
Going into the bathroom, he cringes when he sees a huge black eye staring back at him in the bathroom mirror.
He stumbles his way to the kitchen, where, sure enough there is a hot breakfast and the morning paper. His son is also at the table, eating breakfast. So Jack asks "son what happened last night?"
"Well, dad, you came home after 3.00am, drunk and out of your mind. You broke some of the furniture, vomited in the hallway and got that black eye when you fell into the door".
Jack then asks "so, why is everything so perfect - I have a red rose, and breakfast is waiting for me?"
His son replys " Oh THAT!!! Mum dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your trousers off you screamed " Leave me alone, you tart, I'm married!".
Broken Furniture £95.00
Hot Breakfast £4.00
Red Rose £3.00
Two Aspirin .50p
Saying the right thing at the right time......... Priceless
Friday, April 21, 2006
Hey!
I know, I know... it's been a while. Sorry about that, I know how much you all rely on my twice-weekly little observations to take you through those rough days. Anyway, I'm back in Lancaster (WITH internet) for a few days so you'll get your dose this time.
So what's new? I dyed my hair, BLONDE! Two peroxide bleaches and one dye later, and there's still a hint of orange. I'm a ginna, basically. And I like it!
Bought a sewing machine, I call her Charlie. No, that's a lie. I don't know what to call her, but if you have any suggestions please feel free to suggest them. Made some more clothes, so will put up a few eBay auctions in the morning. Will obviously put a link on here, don't you worry. Oh, and buy stuff. :D
Got my very own Peroxsym shirt - it's ace! Thanks, Sierra! Will upload a pic of that too, when I can be bothered borrowing Emma's camera. I know she's in the next room, but.. it requires a lot of effort getting out of this chair!
Well, that's not true. I've not been sat in this chair for a very very long time.
We went up to Mike's last week, it was ace. A break from Manchestuh, some fresh country air... and rain. A lot of rain. And Mike's dad's famous curry... yum!! Going up again on Tuesday. We just don't get proper food if there are no parents around. Hahaha.
I had this thought today. I know, unusual. Blah blah. But anyway. I'd like to think I'm one of those people who don't judge others, or talk about them behind their backs. Well, we all know there are no such people. I guess what I'm trying to say is I wish I was brave enough to actually say what I was thinking out loud, to the people who need to hear it. So here goes:
Open Letter to Girls Who Wear Smart Trousers Turned Shorts;
You look ridiculous. They are seriously not the least bit flattering. God knows I don't have the best dress sense, but I'd like to think if I put on something so horrenduous, my friends would slap me around the back of my head and tell me to put on something that doesn't make me look like a pear. Because that's what friends do. And although I am not your friend, I'll gladly offer to slap some sense into you any day of the week. Office hours nine till five. I know I know, each to their own, diversity in fashion is what makes the Western world such a great place to live. But Jesus. Have you seen the things I'm talking about? Imagine a pair of smart men's trousers. Cut off below the knee. Folded up so half the girls knee is showing. Oh, and they also hug the girls bee-hind in a very unflattering way.
There, I've said my piece. Now... Moving on.
Oh, the bit about fashion making the Western world such a great place to live was an amplification.
I'm bored now, sleepy time.
Night!
I know, I know... it's been a while. Sorry about that, I know how much you all rely on my twice-weekly little observations to take you through those rough days. Anyway, I'm back in Lancaster (WITH internet) for a few days so you'll get your dose this time.
So what's new? I dyed my hair, BLONDE! Two peroxide bleaches and one dye later, and there's still a hint of orange. I'm a ginna, basically. And I like it!
Bought a sewing machine, I call her Charlie. No, that's a lie. I don't know what to call her, but if you have any suggestions please feel free to suggest them. Made some more clothes, so will put up a few eBay auctions in the morning. Will obviously put a link on here, don't you worry. Oh, and buy stuff. :D
Got my very own Peroxsym shirt - it's ace! Thanks, Sierra! Will upload a pic of that too, when I can be bothered borrowing Emma's camera. I know she's in the next room, but.. it requires a lot of effort getting out of this chair!
Well, that's not true. I've not been sat in this chair for a very very long time.
We went up to Mike's last week, it was ace. A break from Manchestuh, some fresh country air... and rain. A lot of rain. And Mike's dad's famous curry... yum!! Going up again on Tuesday. We just don't get proper food if there are no parents around. Hahaha.
I had this thought today. I know, unusual. Blah blah. But anyway. I'd like to think I'm one of those people who don't judge others, or talk about them behind their backs. Well, we all know there are no such people. I guess what I'm trying to say is I wish I was brave enough to actually say what I was thinking out loud, to the people who need to hear it. So here goes:
Open Letter to Girls Who Wear Smart Trousers Turned Shorts;
You look ridiculous. They are seriously not the least bit flattering. God knows I don't have the best dress sense, but I'd like to think if I put on something so horrenduous, my friends would slap me around the back of my head and tell me to put on something that doesn't make me look like a pear. Because that's what friends do. And although I am not your friend, I'll gladly offer to slap some sense into you any day of the week. Office hours nine till five. I know I know, each to their own, diversity in fashion is what makes the Western world such a great place to live. But Jesus. Have you seen the things I'm talking about? Imagine a pair of smart men's trousers. Cut off below the knee. Folded up so half the girls knee is showing. Oh, and they also hug the girls bee-hind in a very unflattering way.
There, I've said my piece. Now... Moving on.
Oh, the bit about fashion making the Western world such a great place to live was an amplification.
I'm bored now, sleepy time.
Night!
Friday, March 31, 2006
"I refuse to have a battle of wits with unarmed people." - Wendy
So now I'm home. It's a-rockin' and a-rollin'.
I've been to Caroline's, Karin and I made her a Sheila-doll for her birthday (for those of you who weren't Åvaiter, she was the Psych teacher. And for Caroline's birthday last year we gave her a Freud Action Doll). Well, Miss Sheila is a re-made Barbie, with Tippex hair and BLUE clothes. As well as a water bottle and a notebook. She is a Beach Fun Sheila, so she has a beach bag, sunglasses (incidently blue) and a beach bag. Was great fun making her!!
Spent the night at Karin's after that, then went into town to go shopping. Bought jeans:P Then went out to my old school, cos Joanna had been bugging me about it for ages! Hehe. After that, to Victor's, where we watched Corpse Bride, and Trainspotting, ate popcorn and played Jenga. I won:P They're re-doing the hall in our house so couldn't go home til ten - was meant to be allowed in at five but.. he was late. What is it with builders and time management? I know I know, I shouldn't say anything, it's probably a very hard job to do, but when I'm slow in doing something, that doesn't mean a whole family can't enter their house all night! Anyway, turned out alright in the end - I was invited to stay for dinner;)
Then on Tuesday, Emma and I went to Västerås, to Karin's (her own flat, last mention was her parents' house). Had a great night, made AMAZING food and just talked for hours. Oh, and we went to Ikea:P lol. Always fun. Wasn't very crowded so was ok.
Yesterday I didn't do much. Some baking and cooking, a lot of reading. Today will most likely be the same:P
It's so cold! Snowing again. It's like an April Fool's joke. Crazy stuff. Luckily I don't have to endure much more of the Swedish Spring as I'm flying back to lovely Manchester on Thursday. Yes, I'll happily and willingly admit I can't wait. Not because being at home is THAT bad (hehe) but because... wait for it... you know what's coming... I miss Mike. Damn ASDA not giving him loads of paid holiday. Lol.
Getting loads of Jack White tunes sent to me - I must be in heaven!
night night
xx
So now I'm home. It's a-rockin' and a-rollin'.
I've been to Caroline's, Karin and I made her a Sheila-doll for her birthday (for those of you who weren't Åvaiter, she was the Psych teacher. And for Caroline's birthday last year we gave her a Freud Action Doll). Well, Miss Sheila is a re-made Barbie, with Tippex hair and BLUE clothes. As well as a water bottle and a notebook. She is a Beach Fun Sheila, so she has a beach bag, sunglasses (incidently blue) and a beach bag. Was great fun making her!!
Spent the night at Karin's after that, then went into town to go shopping. Bought jeans:P Then went out to my old school, cos Joanna had been bugging me about it for ages! Hehe. After that, to Victor's, where we watched Corpse Bride, and Trainspotting, ate popcorn and played Jenga. I won:P They're re-doing the hall in our house so couldn't go home til ten - was meant to be allowed in at five but.. he was late. What is it with builders and time management? I know I know, I shouldn't say anything, it's probably a very hard job to do, but when I'm slow in doing something, that doesn't mean a whole family can't enter their house all night! Anyway, turned out alright in the end - I was invited to stay for dinner;)
Then on Tuesday, Emma and I went to Västerås, to Karin's (her own flat, last mention was her parents' house). Had a great night, made AMAZING food and just talked for hours. Oh, and we went to Ikea:P lol. Always fun. Wasn't very crowded so was ok.
Yesterday I didn't do much. Some baking and cooking, a lot of reading. Today will most likely be the same:P
It's so cold! Snowing again. It's like an April Fool's joke. Crazy stuff. Luckily I don't have to endure much more of the Swedish Spring as I'm flying back to lovely Manchester on Thursday. Yes, I'll happily and willingly admit I can't wait. Not because being at home is THAT bad (hehe) but because... wait for it... you know what's coming... I miss Mike. Damn ASDA not giving him loads of paid holiday. Lol.
Getting loads of Jack White tunes sent to me - I must be in heaven!
night night
xx
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