Blah!
It's quarter to seven Sunday Night and I am feeling pretty Blah.
I've been washing and ironing all day (since half twelve, anyway, which is pretty early for a Sunday for me) and I'm feeling flat with a slight headache.
I have fifteen minutes until the net Caff closes, so I'm blogging quickly.
Fortunately, I have little to blog about.
Probably the most significant thing I've done is throw my bedsheets in the wash because my room was starting to Ming a bit.
I apologize for using such an Abstract and Local term as Ming, but I can't offer any better description than that. My room was starting to smell in an unidentifiable fashion, so I decided to play the numbers and throw my sheets in the wash.
Yes, I know I show wash them every week, but I am slack, alright? I'm flat out keeping all my clothes in wearable condition without worrying about where I sleep.
Speaking of sleep, I am going to make sure I get plenty tonight. As close as I am getting to being able to do the job that I am currently (under) paid to do, I notice that I have become easily angered and very nearly snappy. Which is something I usually try to avoid in my personal life, and I always try to avoid at work.
So far I haven't snapped at work, but I have been heard to be grumbling to myself at my own frustrations.
Did I mention I was underpaid? I got my payslip this week, and after tax my first week netted me roughtly £175.
For roughly 38 hours. It was £240 before tax. That does it. I'm getting a National Insurance Number first chance I get.
Although getting a national insurance number will probably necessitate me taking half a day or more off work.
Dag nebbit.
I think my body is telling me to eat more vegetables.
Last night I saw a band called the Ronelles upstairs at the Sheepwalk, a pub on Leytonstone High Road.
They were from Glasgow and boy did they rock.
Though I wish they would put some kind of air extractor-filter thingo in the upstairs section of the sheepwalk. You could see the smoke in the air, which was disturbing.
It does make me simmer with irritation when I hear about the pubs that are going to stop serving food so that their smokers can smoke.
And it's seven o'clock.
This monkey's gone to heaven.
Over and out.
J
I've been washing and ironing all day (since half twelve, anyway, which is pretty early for a Sunday for me) and I'm feeling flat with a slight headache.
I have fifteen minutes until the net Caff closes, so I'm blogging quickly.
Fortunately, I have little to blog about.
Probably the most significant thing I've done is throw my bedsheets in the wash because my room was starting to Ming a bit.
I apologize for using such an Abstract and Local term as Ming, but I can't offer any better description than that. My room was starting to smell in an unidentifiable fashion, so I decided to play the numbers and throw my sheets in the wash.
Yes, I know I show wash them every week, but I am slack, alright? I'm flat out keeping all my clothes in wearable condition without worrying about where I sleep.
Speaking of sleep, I am going to make sure I get plenty tonight. As close as I am getting to being able to do the job that I am currently (under) paid to do, I notice that I have become easily angered and very nearly snappy. Which is something I usually try to avoid in my personal life, and I always try to avoid at work.
So far I haven't snapped at work, but I have been heard to be grumbling to myself at my own frustrations.
Did I mention I was underpaid? I got my payslip this week, and after tax my first week netted me roughtly £175.
For roughly 38 hours. It was £240 before tax. That does it. I'm getting a National Insurance Number first chance I get.
Although getting a national insurance number will probably necessitate me taking half a day or more off work.
Dag nebbit.
I think my body is telling me to eat more vegetables.
Last night I saw a band called the Ronelles upstairs at the Sheepwalk, a pub on Leytonstone High Road.
They were from Glasgow and boy did they rock.
Though I wish they would put some kind of air extractor-filter thingo in the upstairs section of the sheepwalk. You could see the smoke in the air, which was disturbing.
It does make me simmer with irritation when I hear about the pubs that are going to stop serving food so that their smokers can smoke.
And it's seven o'clock.
This monkey's gone to heaven.
Over and out.
J
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