Well, i've been off work for the past two weeks. I was too stressed, i wasn't functioning correctly, and I had a nice sprinkling of severe gastroenteritis. It took me to look the same colour as a kiwi fruit and being incoherent for my boss to realise I was one poorly puppy and sent me home. Technically I should never have left my bed that morning but I was getting guilt-inducing texts from my colleagues - one of which is off sick now because she's "stressed" due to being me down at work. Give me a break, so now my supervisor is demanding to know when I'm returning because everyone is stressed - erm, seriously, no one wants me in work with gastroenteritis. No one.
Anyways, I never realised just how much rubbish there is on TV during the day, until these past two weeks. I have a choice of Jeremy Kyle or Trisha, both with their bucktoothed, lazy eyed, stoned, overweight, individuals who are either bumping uglies with their best friend's man or with their own family members. Makes me wonder why I actually work, I could become a baby-mama and have everything paid for by the tax payer, instead of paying for these other sloths! They make me sick. I'd love to kick their fat lazy asses into gear right down to the job centre. Don't get me wrong, those who need benefits should have it, and those who are off work sick need a better benefit package. But these leeches on society need sorting out, there's a reason we're staying in ecomonic turmoil, the fact there are people being paid more on benefits than those working! (My friend - who has one young child- gets at least £100 more than me per month, and I work. She also has a new house, fully furnished, by everybody paying tax. Her child is old enough to be in a creche, and she is able to work. Instead, shes planning on getting pregnant again to avoid working - nice).
And theres also the current "anger" on the news with regards to the Sun newspaper taking the Conservatives side over Labours . Seriously, there are plenty of MPs (Lord Mandelson I'm looking at you!) who have thrown their toys totally out of the pram; infact, toys, dummy, diaper, everything! It's infuriating, the conservatives didn't rip up the newspaper when it was backing labour, they didn't kick off about bias, they just got on with things regardless. So why is there all this crying and bitching now! Plus, no offense to the Sun, but I'd only buy that in one situation - when all the toilet roll in the world mysteriously disappeared. The Sun will not be making my decision for me......my decision is based upon the current soft incompetent twit in power. If you're working class, then you're not represented. I have a low income, can't get on the property ladder, and still pay an extortionate amount of tax for an NHS service that's definitely not up to parr. The government is a let down, and no amount of screaming will change that fact. I find it totally laughable that a pregnant hippo could do a better job than Gordon Brown when it comes to running the country. But thats just my two cents. In the meantime, labour stop bitching about the Sun - they, like everyone else, know what a total letdown you are.
Wednesday 30 September 2009
News - what a load of rubbish
Posted by MB at 10:41 1 comments
Wednesday 23 September 2009
To top it off
My boss called, that vet has taken back his resignation. I'm forced to work with this guy unless I can find something better. Lets hope I'm feeling better tomorrow, because I have a job interview with another vets ;D Wish me luck not only for the interview, but for me feeling a bit better.
Posted by MB at 12:23 0 comments
Just me and Enterprise
Posted by MB at 01:42 0 comments
Tuesday 22 September 2009
Dr Do-nothing
Posted by MB at 10:08 0 comments
Sunday 20 September 2009
5 days in
minus blood of course
The Amitriptyline is ensuring I have plenty of sleep (as it can be used to treat insomnia) , the only problem is, my body doesn't realise this. It's like having a general anaesthetic; you fall asleep and seemingly automatically wake up again exhausted with an air of confusion. You don't dream. It's as though you don't fall deep enough to dream. Strangely, it also affects how much you day dream too, which I don't like. I miss my day dreams. I miss my dreams. I find myself wondering if Amitriptyline has this affect on other people too, or if I'm the only one having these things stolen from me. Ironically, I feel in a dissociative state most of the time now, I could probably stare at a wall for hours on end and not realise I'd done it until someone woke me from the stupor....or I fell asleep.
Posted by MB at 11:27 0 comments
Tuesday 15 September 2009
Say a hello to.....
Posted by MB at 10:51 1 comments
Monday 14 September 2009
Comment problems, flunked tests, etc
Posted by MB at 09:19 0 comments