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sevenhelz at 10:33pm on 19/08/2006
sevenhelz at 10:33pm on 19/08/2006Aargh. I feel so terribly lonely. Gaim has deserted me. It keeps going to fetch the cookie, then collapsing. Garr.
I need a file from the laptop, or rather, the next week of my life would be much more convenient with a file from the laptop which resides in my sister's house. I spent an hour or two looking through the Edinburgh Festival website to pull off anything relevant to our stay, and then carefully left it at my sister's house. Oops.
It's just occurred to me which tshirt I left there, too - is it the Pussy with Attitude one?
I've been very angry today. Mostly with the washing. It's been bloody raining since the moment I put the first lot out to dry. I thought today I could use the radiators as shock! Horror! For once they actualy came on in the morning, but the minute I put washing on them they, too, failed me. Raahhhr. It didn't help that Steve saw how angry I was and sat there getting moody himself while I dealt with about four loads of washing. Or tried to. My hands weren't working very well and everything I tried to get between the radiator and the wall just wouldn't go. Gr. I feel bad that I've spent so much of his birthday being angry, but there's not much I can do about it now. Anyway he's off at his mate's wedding party. It's a work do in Liverpool, ooh exciting. Also I've been panicking because in my head there's always the knowledge that I don't have the money for this first accomodation payment. I have £850 in my savings account, but I had thought there was more and am now kicking myself for removing so much and telling myself I would replace it, then losing track. I'm about £300 short, basically. However when I rang my Mum a minute ago (I'm now in her house) to ask how to turn the heating back on, she told me it was okay about the money as long as I had at least half of it. Which I do.
It's all getting a bit complicated. I came back from London to find a huge pile of paperwork, basically, and while I've sifted through a lot of it there are still bits I can't sort. Like the stuff from Hattons. It seems our case is nearly settled and they've made me an offer, but I haven't even seen the original letter stating the offer and asking me to get in touch with them. I've been trying to ring the guy in charge of our case and he hasn't answered the phone or returned my calls, which has left me a bit narky. So I asked Steve to ring his cousin today, who is higher up in Hattons, and he tried to explain to me what was going on, which all seemed fine; they just need me to accept the offer in writing, I think; but then I got off the phone and Steve said I shouldn't have been so rude. Apparently I sounded really pissed off with the guy, and I don't know how true that is because I did try to hold it back, but I asked Steve to ring because at that point I was pretty upset, and then he handed the phone to me anyway. That sentence was too long. Argh. Bleah. It would've been nice to hear, "okay so you're accepting the offer, you'll probably get a cheque within the next week" as that would've both got it out of the way and helped with the accomdation situation, but it was more like "well once you've sent the form back saying you accept it'll certainly be within 28 days, usually within 14". Maybe I was unfair on the guy because he is genuinely nice apart from his money grabbing evil soul, and the case really doesn't have that much to do with him, but tough. I'm glad he answered the damn phone anyway.
To confuse the money issue even further, I applied for a new bank account with smile yesterday. I sent them the proof of studenty things that they wanted, or something I think is close enough, the same evening, and hopefully that'll be up and running and when I get back from Edinburgh I can leave my shitty excuse for a bank.
Anyhow once I got here I had already had to make sure I had everything I need and everything was so close to being sorted I just relaxed, but not in a particularly pleasant way; now I feel empty and alone. Aww, I could be such a great emokid.
I think I've lost my phone charger. Poot.
xx
I need a file from the laptop, or rather, the next week of my life would be much more convenient with a file from the laptop which resides in my sister's house. I spent an hour or two looking through the Edinburgh Festival website to pull off anything relevant to our stay, and then carefully left it at my sister's house. Oops.
It's just occurred to me which tshirt I left there, too - is it the Pussy with Attitude one?
I've been very angry today. Mostly with the washing. It's been bloody raining since the moment I put the first lot out to dry. I thought today I could use the radiators as shock! Horror! For once they actualy came on in the morning, but the minute I put washing on them they, too, failed me. Raahhhr. It didn't help that Steve saw how angry I was and sat there getting moody himself while I dealt with about four loads of washing. Or tried to. My hands weren't working very well and everything I tried to get between the radiator and the wall just wouldn't go. Gr. I feel bad that I've spent so much of his birthday being angry, but there's not much I can do about it now. Anyway he's off at his mate's wedding party. It's a work do in Liverpool, ooh exciting. Also I've been panicking because in my head there's always the knowledge that I don't have the money for this first accomodation payment. I have £850 in my savings account, but I had thought there was more and am now kicking myself for removing so much and telling myself I would replace it, then losing track. I'm about £300 short, basically. However when I rang my Mum a minute ago (I'm now in her house) to ask how to turn the heating back on, she told me it was okay about the money as long as I had at least half of it. Which I do.
It's all getting a bit complicated. I came back from London to find a huge pile of paperwork, basically, and while I've sifted through a lot of it there are still bits I can't sort. Like the stuff from Hattons. It seems our case is nearly settled and they've made me an offer, but I haven't even seen the original letter stating the offer and asking me to get in touch with them. I've been trying to ring the guy in charge of our case and he hasn't answered the phone or returned my calls, which has left me a bit narky. So I asked Steve to ring his cousin today, who is higher up in Hattons, and he tried to explain to me what was going on, which all seemed fine; they just need me to accept the offer in writing, I think; but then I got off the phone and Steve said I shouldn't have been so rude. Apparently I sounded really pissed off with the guy, and I don't know how true that is because I did try to hold it back, but I asked Steve to ring because at that point I was pretty upset, and then he handed the phone to me anyway. That sentence was too long. Argh. Bleah. It would've been nice to hear, "okay so you're accepting the offer, you'll probably get a cheque within the next week" as that would've both got it out of the way and helped with the accomdation situation, but it was more like "well once you've sent the form back saying you accept it'll certainly be within 28 days, usually within 14". Maybe I was unfair on the guy because he is genuinely nice apart from his money grabbing evil soul, and the case really doesn't have that much to do with him, but tough. I'm glad he answered the damn phone anyway.
To confuse the money issue even further, I applied for a new bank account with smile yesterday. I sent them the proof of studenty things that they wanted, or something I think is close enough, the same evening, and hopefully that'll be up and running and when I get back from Edinburgh I can leave my shitty excuse for a bank.
Anyhow once I got here I had already had to make sure I had everything I need and everything was so close to being sorted I just relaxed, but not in a particularly pleasant way; now I feel empty and alone. Aww, I could be such a great emokid.
I think I've lost my phone charger. Poot.
xx