Well, my girlfriend's cooking didn't kill me!
It DID give me Really Bad trapped wind, (glamorous, I know) that saw me sitting awake until 5am, crying my eyes out because I really did think I was going to die but I'm still here.
I've lapsed on my blog for the past week because we have been dog-sitting most of the time for my girlfriend's mum who is currently sunning herself in Tenerife, while we enjoy the glorious (if rather damp) British weather.....
This has mostly involved living out of plastic bags, and leaving anything that we really need in the wrong house whilst we juggle living in two places at once and work all at the same time.
Our pet cat has become extremely confused as her regular routine has become totally unpredictable, and she has started waking me up regularly in the middle of the night for cuddles when we are at home. She is currently yowling at the front door. I have no idea why as she is an indoor cat, and won't go outside, even if you try and pick her up and carry her out.
So, when my girlfriend's mum does come back from her well-deserved holiday, she is going to have a Very Spoilt dog, who won't do anything he's told as he's been allowed to run riot by us, as we were worried he would pine for his mummy and refuse to eat, which is what he usually does. We, on the other hand, are going to have a psychologically damaged cat who is no doubt going to need months of counselling which won't be covered by her insurance as it is completely our fault for being such Bad Parents.
Never Mind.....
If this wasn't hectic enough, work has been unsurprisingly rubbish so not only am I exhausted, but I've been pretty miserable too. I've come to the conclusion that I really do hate (nearly) all the staff at my workplace and have come extremely close to walking out on numerous occasions over the past week. Admittedly, this is nothing new, although my constant threats to desert my post are feeling a lot more real at the moment. The main problem with this is that I have a large number of bills to pay and no matter how appealing running away from my job seems during my daydreams, the reality of it would be much more stressful than the daily grind. Because I work in an industry that appears to be a complete mystery to any potential employer outside of gaming, nobody will employ me anywhere else that is not a bingo hall or a casino. And bingo halls and casinos aren't employing new staff thanks to the impending smoking ban which is going to see venues across the country closing their doors and a host of people just like me being left unemployed and unemployable.
Thank-You Tony 'Bastard' Blair.
The other problem I have is that despite the fact that my job is crap, the gaming industry pays quite well and although I could probably get a job in an office or a shop if I begged enough, I would have to start back at the bottom with a substantial decrease in salary, which I can't afford to do. That's if I was Really Lucky, and I'm Really Not.
I suppose, for all my moaning, that the bright side is that at least I've found the partner that I'm going to spend the rest of my life with. Even Brigitte Jones (who you may note had a bunch of good jobs) had trouble finding 'The One' and I don't have That problem. I just wish I hadn't been lied to so much when I was at school. I was told constantly that if you work hard, it will pay off. Life, so far, has taught me that this simply isn't the case. If you're really lucky, you might find a career that isn't completely depressing with a dead-end waiting for if you ever reach retirement. In my experience, as my friends and I draw ever closer to the dreaded 3-0, we have all been left feeling like we went wrong somewhere. I don't know anyone my age who doesn't feel a little disillusioned with their lot in life.......
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