I found the post about my last work outing, trip if you will, that went well. It was refreshing to read something I'd written that was positive, upbeat and generally happy. It was at a time last year when all things appeared to be on the up, even pre-trip nerves and all-round worry about work hadn't been enough to tip the balance and make me all shades of anxious and depressed. It was interesting how this sort of folded on itself and became stronger over the next series of posts too. I mean, okay, there were other factors at play too - Tilly was noticing me again, we were actually having meaningful physical contact and, well, all things were looking really quite positive. The feedback from that experience was also good, it seemed that my better attitude was having a positive effect.
|Yeah, that's about it.|
Mind you, if I had that hair, top and glasses those jaggedy
edges may be a little smoother, y'know?
|Which is, of course, why I ended up dressing on that Friday|
in the holidays rather than working.
Oh, and not working. I was on GetDare. Because that is
just how I roll, yo.
Speaking of Friday, Tilly went out to see a band including some famous person that followed her first on the Twitters because Tilly is now legit Twitterati and semi-famous herself. She had to go at 6pm, meaning I had to be home by 5pm to wrangle children. Meaning once my training day was officially over I had to high-tail it home rather than printing off registers and timetables for the trip tomorrow. And was unable to work. I should have dressed, but I am glad that I didn't because Girlie was sneaking around at 9.30pm and scared the shit out of me at one point appearing at the living room door. Dread to think what would have happened had I been dressed.
|The more I see and think about this film, the more convinced|
I am that it is actually a really good film.
Very underrated, from what I can gather, and with some
excellent turns by the cast.
The soundtrack is to die for!
|Hmm, 12% of Statesians are in the same boat as me,|
Good to know?
Then Tilly went to look after the chinchilla, which was fine, whilst I looked after the children and got them prepared to get ready for bed. By the time I'd finished reading Harry Potter to the Girlie, Tilly had commenced work. It's a night when she works with her narcissist writing buddy (let's call her Pippa) so that'll go on until close to midnight, by which time I hope to be in bed because I'm stressing out about a trip tomorrow.
Oh, and I read an article that resonated, you may be interested if you read this blog:
And that's that.