So, as I expect you’ll be able to guess, I’m incredibly tired. Yeah, I know, I’m always saying that. Actually, I think it’s been a while since I’ve said that. Of course, there’s a good reason…
Partying, essay writing, work and interview prep are all… well… tiring me out.
So, I did the ball in my long black oriental dress; my strappy shoes, my spikey hair. I rocked, if I do say so myself. I felt fucking cool.
And everyone looked great, and everyone commented on how good I looked, so yay, go me. Photos to follow, if I can get hold of some, ‘cos my e-mail’s not working – so I can’t scrounge for photos from others.
I’ve currently got three interviews, all for jobs I really would rather like, and that’s somewhat stressy, but nothing compared to the essays hanging over my head. I still feel somewhat stressed because although I think one of them is now pass-grade, the other essay, I have no idea about. I really need some input on it, and I’ve not had any. Everyone seems to have gone on holiday….
It has to be in on Monday, so I’m a little stressed. i think I’ll mail it to someone else… *frack*.
It’s very weird though, I’ve not been working on them today or yesterday – and it’s very strange to come home and not have to work. I have lots of things I want to do, but because I’m in that half-way house of not having finished, I don’t feel like doing them that and I’m tired.
I dunno, it’s strange. I feel very sad – sad that i got on so well with the guys at the weekend – and that I didn’t get to know them earlier… but I’ve started to become so much a part of the team where I’m working that it gives me that comfort to go to work, and that home that I miss every time I leave a ward. I love my job, I’m good at my job, and I can’t wait to get a job doing my job.
The next few weeks are kind of hard; I have no attachment to places – or a lot of attachment, or detachment. It’s hard to explain. I want to move on with my life, I’m happy to move house, but I want to know where the next phase is going to take me. That’s kind of important now, especially as bills arrive and I stop getting money from university…
I’m still very excited about going to Canada, and meeting Rochelle, and all sorts of Toronto shaped things, but I am currently starting to think about moving. And so, that’s why, it’s important for me to know where I’m going.