Today was much better than yesterday. Way better. Only worked on two laptops though. I swear there is a gnome of New And Irritating Ways To Put Laptops Together, and it’s out to get me.

Dan’s being really nice – he came and reminded me of tea breaks/ lunch which is a very good thing cuz if he hadn’t I would have worked right through them. Lunch today Dan showed me the ‘cafeteria’, and I hung with some of his buddies. They are cool, if… interesting. He also gave me a pep talk about how: I need to speak up if I can’t do something or I need something; They should be giving me more training than they are; The management is a bunch of assholes; if someone is bitchy about/ to me I need to bitch back and remind them that I am only a trainee and I only have the vaguest clue what I’m doing. But it’s okay, cuz no one speaks to me anyway, and the guy next to me [I think his name is Philip, I keep forgetting to ask...] is really nice and helpful when I do decide I need it.

I was also drugged up on Sinutab, and eating Strepsils like they were sweets, so that might have helped somewhat with the whole feeling better thing. I am very stiff though from standing most of the day then relaxing at home, and I could do with a shoulder rub. Damn, where’s Lex when ya need him?

It’s funny, it doesn’t feel like work, it feels like… I’m not sure, school maybe; pissing around in Electronics with Kat and Ry and Mr Janes. I wouldn’t say it’s fun exactly, but it’s engrossing and challenging [see comment about the gnome of NAIWTPLT]. Heh, something else amusing: on one of Dan’s periodic ‘visits’ he walked up to me and just stood watching for a while then said, ‘I should take a picture of you and send it to Andy.’ and I was like ‘Why…?’ and he said, ‘You look good in the lab coat and he’d be so proud.’ It made me smile slightly, cuz I already know he’s proud of me; he’s proud I got the damn job in the first place, he’s proud I didn’t quit and I think he’s proud he has an even more geeky fiancé. But I also think it was Dan’s way of saying he was proud of me too

Yeh, so that was my day *happy smilies all round, collapses into bed*

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So, like I got the job I applied for yesterday [Not that everyone important doesn't already know this cuz of the damn grapevine and the fact that I'm back dating cuz of the stupid power cuts yesterday], so this is how my day went.

Tues, 2330h. Went to bed, got some good sleep, probably cuz I made him turn off his comp and I was knackered anyway.
Wed, 0600h. Get up. Do getting ready type things, like let the dog out for a piss, dress, eat etc. Find I have a gods-awful sore throat, and a stuffed nose.
0630h. Have cuddles with Andy.
0655h. Go to bus stop. Stand about with stomach cramps, in the cold wind, waiting for the fucking bus.
0730h. Finally get the bus after missing two because I went to TESCO to pee, only to find then shut.
0800h. Panic because the bus time is 20 mins out from me, get bus to Hatch pond after standing in the cold again.
0830h. Give up on knowing what the time is, resign self to being late on first day, run to work in more cold and wind, only to meet Dan [Icebear] at the gate and find I’m on time.
0845-1000h. Get told what to do and where to go. Find out everyone thinks I’m some amazing Linux freak. Thanks Dan [/sarcasm]. Spend morning installing a new modem on one laptop, and confirming that the floppy is fucked on another.
1000-1015h. Yay break time. Feel like shit; Throat feels like a cheese grater every time a swallow, one naslis is blocked, head feels like some one stuffed it full of cotton wool then stuck it in a vice.
1015-1316h. Work on a Toshiba EasyBook VX. Eventually stress out completely, drop everything, run home [crying to Andy on the phone about how I'm lame and I can't do anything, and this is way over my head], get drugs, take drugs, walk back. By the time I got back I actually felt much better.
1345-1700h. Got given a lab coat [as in 'the men in white coats' type], smallest one there is, it’s still huge on me. Dan got a good giggle. Fixed the bitch! Woot for me!
1700h+. Got home, slept, switched on comp and tried doing stuff [got half way through this], slept, ate dinner, took more drugs, slept, had Lex ring me, had two power cuts, lost everything I’d done one this, thought ‘fuck it’ switched comp off, slept, went out, came back, pissed around, fell asleep in front of the TV.
2200h Finally got to bed and slept fitfully [had horrible dreams about continuously screwing and unscrewing things, and being asked to fetch parts that don't exist then getting yelled at for it]

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I went for my provisional interview for some job I saw at an agency, and in half an hour I’m off for an interview at the actual place, wish me luck . I’ve also finally filled up my 20 GB hard drive, but I’ve found a 160GB one on e-buyer for 60£. I really, really need it. Only I have to get the Rat to get it for me cuz e-buyer has this silly thing that they won’t allow duplicate addresses on their customer data base.

And thats all for now, TTFN

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Thing one: I think my dad nagged me about not drinking enough the other day, and for punishing my liver. He said, and I quite: ‘When was the last time you had a dink? Maybe you aught to have one now. You know that the liver needs liquid to keep it functioning.’ Understand my dad never nags. About anything. Thats what my mum is for. I kinda like being nagged by Dad though, he’s subtle

Thing two: Quoted from Owen when I went to annoy him cuz I was bored: ‘Why don’t you go re-jig your site like you usually do when your bored’ Am I becoming predictable?

LOL

Mood: Amused
Listening to: Something by the RHCPs Owen is playing.

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Quote of the moment: Creativity comes from thinking outside convienient metaphorical boxes
Rant of the moment: My squeeker is dead! I can’t use my comp as effectivly as I could without it, this is horrible *sulks cuz she can’t use her comp anymore*

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Yep, its 63 days ’till christmas. here’s my wishlist

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*looks at when she last updated properly* Wow, y’all must think I died or somthing, but the truth is, though I’ve been up to quite a bit recently, every time I try to write about it, it sounds tacky and lame. Even this does. I think I’m just lacking creative sparkle atm.

Meh.

Ciao

Mood: Bleh

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As read in the Enviromental Protection and Energy Conservation section of Vaxhall Astra’s Drivers’ Manual:
   Doors:
Close these quietly!

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