Rain, rain go away

Right. I’m going to lift this grey cloud that has formed over this blog over the last couple of days.

I use this blog for many reasons. It’s a form of diary for myself – rant and rave about my daily goings on. A place to have a good old moan and of course keep up to date with all my other loveable bloggers.

But of late, I have been using this to get some things off my chest.

I don’t want anyone to think that I’m someone who mopes about all day, feeling sorry for myself and thinking the world owes me a living. I’m too much of an expert at sugar coating things for that. But at times, things do seem to fall forward in my mind. That lovely stack of information, emotions and thoughts held back by imaginary book ends. The shelves over spill, the books fall forward and off I go on a pathetic little rant.

But as truthful and depressing as yesterdays piece was. I’m blaming a good part of it on hormones. They are as stable as my Argos PVC wardrobe. But its nice to know that this time next week things will have calmed down slightly.

However I have due to fathers daily texts I have managed to knaw every nail on my fingers down to an ugly stump. I was doing so well! However now it makes taking out my contacts much less painful.

The Head Cheese is back. For a few hours anyway. I plan to speak to my line manager on his return. I don’t mind do the extra work I have been doing the last few months. But it has got to the stage they are taking the piss. I want my job evaluated and I want more money. If not I’m going to refuse to take on extra responsibilities unless its in my contract and I see the readies at the end of the month. That’s BEFORE I have attended my assertivness training. I have been told I’m too passive. Probably am.

Listened to James Brown on my way home and shook my money maker all the way up the hill.