one day blends into another

This is the main problem I have at the moment, waiting in the limbo between being offered a job I don't really want and actually starting the darned thing. If memory serves me right the last time I posted on here was when I had just had the phone call offering me the job of Phone Monkey. Since then things haven't exactly been straightforward but I baulk at the idea of treating this blog as simply somewhere for me to vent my spleen. Of course, that's one of the reasons I set it up, but it was never meant to be all whinge whinge whinge. So. Before I go into details of mixed up start dates and incompetent agency peeps I shall talk about some happy things going on at the moment. For, of course, for this 25 year old Making Her Way, there are downs but there are also certainly many ups!



Last week me and Mr M when to London for a gig with our very good friends D and K. They are moving into their own place soon so I'm very much looking forward to buying them a cheesy house warming present! The gig was a little disappointing, being caught in the most ridiculous summer storm on the way there didn't help. But it was lovely to see D and K again as we don't get to see them nearly enough since they've moved away. We shall, however, be seeing them again in a week and a bit for Truck 10! Very excited about that, even if the line up does look a little bit off. I won't go into details here because I posted a big waffle about it on my other blog.



July is going to be a very busy month for both myself and Mr M. I've got a wedding dress fitting on Saturday, so I'm on a very strict low sugar and low fat diet this week. Not that it will probably make much difference if I don't stop drinking so much beer. I've developed quite an impressive buddha belly over the past few years. Whilst I'm off twirling around in ivory, Mr M is going to a family BBQ. The idea of him going to BBQs always makes me laugh (if I'm not also attending) or fills me with horror (if I am). He has the fussiest attitude to food of any grown man I have ever met. He is normally just happy with a can of warm lager and a cheese roll. At the end of the month we're both going up to his family's for the weekend, and I'm off to see the new Harry Potter film with his Mum and brothers. I'm hoping to sit on the end of the row and bury myself in the popcorn so I don't have to explain what's going on to his Mum!!



Then the last thing for July is to start my new job on the 30th. I was originally supposed to be starting next Monday but that would mean doing shifts on Saturday mornings. No thank you very much! And also an 8.30 start. What a silly idea. I'm never normally awake before 10am! They also wouldn't let me have any holiday at all whilst I'm in training for the first 6 weeks, which would include Truck weekend. So I said no to that. Then I was offered a part time shift starting in August. But I worried that my training would be longer and I might not get the holiday I want for my hen weekend! So that was a no as well. I'm now doing the 11.30am-8pm shift which is a bit rubbish but at least I get some kind of lie in. I'm still trying not to think about the whole thing too much because then I'll start panicking. I just have to keep telling myself I didn't have any choice but to accept the job. I had another horrible dream last night about my teeth going rotten and falling out! And we all know what those sort of dreams mean....