Wednesday, 17 December 2008

And now, the end is near....

I have been in a horrendous mood this week.
 
Last night Charlie got a verbal assault for putting his nose a little too close to my spag bol, then at about 9:00pm, I flounced downstairs, grabbed the TV remote and clicked the volume down, chuntering away to my parents about the constant muffled blah-blahing which drones its way through the ceiling every evening. "Why does it have to be so loud? See? You can still hear it! It drives me MAD." before going back upstairs again.
 
And every morning my sister's alarm goes off before mine. Every morning it's the same, irritating, untuneful ditty and every morning it goes off twenty minutes before I need to be awake and catches me when my sleep is at its lightest. If it was just a beeping alarm, your regular 'beep....beep beep beep.....beeep beep beep beep' I could probably deal with it. But it's not. It's an annoying little tune which grates on me through the wall every morning at 6:40am, then again ten minutes later when she presses snooze, then again and again and again when she's in the shower.
 
The other night I heard it while I was watching TV. I looked around searching for the source of that bloody alarm noise...before realising it was Phil Mitchell's ringtone on Eastenders.
 
Needless to say, there's a lot more on my mind at the moment other than phone alarms and TV noise - but that seens to be how the bigger stresses manifest themselves. Despite attempts by the other secretaries and a couple of the other directors to "save the Jo", I'm losing my job on Friday and with it the ounce of security and constant routine which it's brought me over the last few months. Throw into the mix an imminent meeting with the ex, to pick stuff up and 'catch up' - although when exactly it will be I'm not sure - and you have one grouchy Jo with too much on her mind.
 
In my favour, it's Christmas (it's next week, I realised yesterday) and everyone else will be off work too. As with last year, there'll be no dropping off on the blog front either. Single AND unemployed? I'm going to need soommmme entertaining this year.

10 comments:

Chapati said...

urgh :|

Good luck with your last day, and job hunt!

And best of luck on your catch up...it might go as bad as you think...it could even be OK...just try not to think about it!

Chapati said...

Oh, and merry Christmas...

The Unbearable Banishment said...

Cheer up! It's a new year! A new job! A new fella! A new you! Hurrah!

P.S. Don't sleep with your ex.

surviving myself said...

Wait.

What's a "spag bol?"

Hannah said...

2009 will be better. Thelondonpaper's horoscope section has said so. And quite frankly, that's good enough for me.

Fweng Ebola said...

Jesus H Christ, that's fucking dreadful. Having said that, it could be a good thing, couldn't it? I have a long list of good books I can recommend to while away the...
Ok, sorry.

Mouldy-Old-Tartlet said...

^
A spag-bol = spaghetti bolOGNESE. (or `bollocksnese' as it's known in my family)

Sorry it's all gone to bollocks Jo. Although a New Year (new start 'n all that ) is just around the corner ...

Reluctant Blogger said...

PTB re the job (PTB is what we say in this house - I think it stands for poo tit bum but I can't quite remember, I'm sure it can't be "bollocks).

But yeah a new year. I bet this time next year, you'll be looking back on all this with a wry smile, glad that things worked out the way they did.

weenie said...

Hope all went well on your last day - new year, new start etc. Wish you the best of luck! x

Please Don't Eat With Your Mouth Open said...

Thanks Chapati. Merry Christmas to you, too.

Unbearable - Haha! Priceless advice. Don't worry!

Surviving - Shame on you for even asking!

Hannah - That horoscope's been spot on for me this week, actually...

Fwenge - No need for books, I'm going to become a film hermit.

M.O.T - I'm quite looking forward to the new year the more I think about it. Loving Bollocksnase. Classic!

Reluctant - Loving PTB as well! Can't wait to look back this time next year, I wonder where I'll be. Great way to look at things.

Weenie - Thank you. A new era beckons!

 

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