I’m still stressed, y’know. But it’s past the *ARGHARGHARGH* phase, and into the *Uh hu, and now what do I do* phase. I need to go into uni and sort out Journals and re-doing the BLS CD-ROM (frustrating as it is) especially since I’ll have to pay for printing, I think, but I’m stuck on phase one of the day – ringing my placement. The guy’s been busy all morning and now the phone’s engaged [still engaged].
I have however managed to organise getting things so I can pay in money at the post office. Okay, dull, but how stupid is this? You can pay in money into your Lloyds account (and other bank’s accounts, I think) at the post office. Until recently, you turned up at the post office – pre-printed paying in slip in hand and they’d give you an envelope, and voila, money paid in.
Now, apparently, they’ve stopped shipping the post office envelopes; well, actually, they get 10 at a time. 10?! So I had to drive all the way to Lloyds to get given a *leaflet* so that I can *ring* and they’ll send the envelopes to me. What a waste of time and resources…
…still, I’ll take my leaflet to the post office, and they can either hand it, or the phone number out to the next poor sucker who heads there to pay money in. Thing is, the post office is on my route home, and within walking distance (hell, it’s about 2 minutes away walking). The bank is 10 minutes in the opposite direction by car. Or about 25 minutes walking. And involves going under a nasty main road… Blah.
Anyway, so that’s sorted. Should I ever get through to my placement then I’ll head out to uni shortly afterwards… thus enabling me to order the two papers what they have not got from the British Library. Which is quite fun in itself, just a shame it takes a while (up to two weeks) to get the papers back. But getting mail from the British Library does make me feel all warm and fuzzy.
I scrawled “One Step at a Time” on a post it note and stuck it to my calendar; it goes nicely with “You need your degree for this” and an arrow pointing at the word CANADA scrawled in big black chunky marker (Hee, Sharpie. Only it wasn’t).
Ack. Frustration. Want to get on with stuff!
Mind you, I’ve just realised that actually, I won’t have the money to buy petrol until next fracking Friday. Given that Rebecca’s showing less than 1/4 full, I doubt I can do a full week’s commute to Uni on that. Ack. Ah well, my freshly paid off credit card… :-(
I *will* *not* run up debt on this though. I’m planning. I’m thinking. I’m going to go back to having my funky plan; a poster which adorns the back of my door and has various things I need to do. So, each month I’m going to do at least one paid shift, I’m going to spend some time every day doing assignments, EU packs, dissertation (not all, but at least one); and I’m going to take time out for me, whether that is watching an episode of Xena, or playing games, or whatever; I’m going to make with the eating properly (although I’ve been doing that anyway).
[Ooh, it’s ringing]
[Wow, talking to him…well, waiting for him to get back to me]
Oooh, I actually know all myu shifts for the week. Isn’t that nice. And I don’t start ’til monday Tuesday, thanks to my BLS – which they organised while I was in FRACKING ALASKA. I spend days chasing people, ringing people, mailing people before going on holiday and they all said “no, no, no, nothing important then”. I get fracking back and they’ve organised my BASIC LIFE SUPPORT (mandatory) and the Introduction to Nursing Practice 5 lecture for while I’m fracking away. And *then* they send me rude letters about how I’ve not bothered to attend. *Breathe*.
Annnyway. University beckons.
