5/16/2013 | 0 comments | offline
I moved out of KempTown yesterday. I dragged my heels with the move. I should've done it ages ago but I couldn't bear to face the end of my marriage. I moved in with a friend near the town centre. I'm in a daze.
I'm back to applying for jobs again. I hoped I could stay in the education sector but I think I'll have to return to finance/administration. I think the socialising would be good for me, even if it isn't my dream role.
One thing that is giving me hope at the moment is that many colleges and universities are looking for admission/enrolment staff. That's the area I have experience in. So, I think if I manage to calm my nerves enough not to say ridiculous things in interviews (seriously, in my last one I said my hobby is eating) I think I could have a new more rewarding job before summer.
4/16/2013 | 0 comments | offline
One day until my husband hands in his dissertation
Four days until BAB
Eight days until my dream job interview
Nine days until I get my tattoo filled in
Ten days until I leave my current job
Eleven days until my trip to Bruges
Thirteen days until I leave my marital home to move back in with my Dad
My life is a blur. I am incredibly stressed.
4/7/2013 | 0 comments | offline
Back home for a while. I have a belly full of sushi. It feels nice.
4/6/2013 | 0 comments | offline
I'm at a conference in the Midlands. I am writing this entry in html because my phone does not like java.
Danny Cohen Motel Sex.
I also cannot upload my favourite photo of me in my hotel room.
Writing this is way too difficult. It's like writing an essay on a stamp with a typewriter that decides to dance the waltz at regular intervals.
I'm hoping to stop in London briefly for sushi and a visit to the Tate.
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