I spent half an hour this morning trying to convince myself to get up, the thought of yet more nursing work just made me want to curl up in a heap. Nikki rang, and on discovering I wasn’t up said that it didn’t matter, but that prompted me to crawl out of my burrow and go ‘I s’pose I should work’; so I got up, and made breakfast in that fuzzy way that I do when I’m really not very awake. Usually this involves a couple of attempts to get things right. But in the end the cereal ends up in the bowl, with the milk and the light sprinkling of sugar, the coffee in the cafetiere, the milk in the cup and the orange in the glass.
So upstairs it all came, because I am a geek and rarely watch telly over breakfast; like some read newspapers, I read LJ and boing boing, and occasionally CBC, and even more occasionally the BBC News site. And then Nikki rang again, she’d discovered the ultimate crapitude of busses in Bristol; and wondered if I’d give her a lift to collect a courtesy car.
So, I mootched through breakfast, made my way through the shower, and headed out. A cup of coffee round at Nikki’s and I gave her a lift, stopped off to buy my ‘lil nephew birthday prezzies and a card, had paranoia about his age, bought petrol, returned home, wrapped them (the presents) up, and noticed that the CD Walkman on Freecycle was good to be picked up before 1300. I also saw my note to myself about bike insurance, so arranged bike insurance to start on Thursday. Rang the CD Walkman girl to check it was still okay. Boxed up the prezzies to send. Drove to pick up the CD Walkman, Sent the package, returned home..
I’ve singlarly failed to do any work at all today. Any. It’s 1315 and I’ve done none. I’m prevaricating now, because I really am very bored of working. Really very bored. But on we go, I’ve an essay to do entitled… “A 2000 Word Critical Evaluation From Practice”. I just want to curl up in a dark corner right at this moment. I am utterly fed up with this degree now. If this *mattered*, if it would make the minutest tiniest bit of difference to my practice, then I might be able to care, but I can’t. Especially watching, as I am, the destruction of the NHS, with the very real risk that I’ll be qualified and without a full time job. I find it very hard to care about my course when my potential employer is being decimated by cuts, and inept incompetent managers are hiring more inept, incompetent underlings to cover the fact that they’re fucking the NHS right up.
