Working late, on a monday of all days. Then tonight I have to run home coz I’ve been neglecting my fitness stuff lately. When I get home I’ll probably have some cold leftovers and watch masterchef. Dear lord, what a sad little life.
PLEASE tell me that your evening will be better than mine?!
I could still taste my tea (thank the lord) so just demolished loads of halloumi. Otherwise am now locked in the spare room until further notice. Might have to… yknow… watch Only Connect without my darling partner
Really love that Dr Seuss short story about the green trousers. Just read that twice in a row doing bedtime.
Going to have gnocchi for dinner then not finish applying for the job I was going to as I’ve lost confidence in being able to blag my knowledge gaps, and it’d mean moving to London anyway, but would’ve been nice to get an interview at least and maybe use it to prove I was worth more (it’s double my salary).
I’ve been offered (and accepted) a consultancy contract until the end of the year. It’s about 4/5ths of the money for 1/5th of the hours. Except I can’t do anything worth doing while working only one day a week & that’s gonna mean full-time anxiety
Plus, after a two-hour ’final meeting’ with my boss …well, they have no idea what they’re doing
So, the economic anxiety is not the immediate problem, more the ’ok, what the fuck am I doing with my life now?’
If it was guaranteed to be there forever I’d obviously be there in an instant but imagine if it comes to Manchester just as I come to London. I’d never get over it.