Enfieldean

dean_r


There's a storm in my teacup!

Well, in my dollar store mug.


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"They'll spit you up and chew you out!"
Enfieldean
dean_r
If you read this journal, you know I am not a morning person. I once wondered if I could get myself out of this, and enjoy the mornings again. I suspect only a serious job will manage to lull me out of this fun lifestyle of sleeping late/waking late. Today's shift was the second sleeping late/waking early scenario in a row for me, and it had me so tired at the beginning of my shift, that I called someone and asked if they could start their shift earlier, just so I could head home and sleep. Obviously, when noon passed my body clock's alarm system triggered and I've been wide awake and chirpy since.

The shop has strange [logic-defying] moments. We really do have to click that logical part of our brain off when our shifts start. Whilst being terribly analytical (and henceforth being lulled into an area I have less expertise in, working on impulses) I love this. I work inside a little bubble of chaos. The real world stops and our own little maelstrom begins once we arrive for our shifts. Such is the way of the shop. Working in this atmosphere does show a person's character, I feel, as a lot of decisions and actions are very heartfelt and genuine. Inside the shop I'm cheerful through and through, occasionally a little malicious with a sarcastic comment, but I treat people as they do me. This can be compared to Tom, who... well, it's fun to watch him work. Honestly. It's light entertainment how he treats the ignorant. He's still finding out what he wants to do. Whatever will make him happy, will keep him content to his old age. I don't think I ever will. I don't think I mind, per se. I think the chaos doesn't help the blood pressure, but it does make for an interesting workplace and that means more right now.

Nan's not looking much better, but she's been given a vague estimation of when she'll be in for the operation involving the radiation treatment - early August. I visited her flat tonight, to walk the pets. As I walked in, the house had a strange aura of mortality to it. Alongside my nan in her state, we also have a few pets near the end of their lives: one of our dogs is aged 14 and has had so many cancerous lumps grow on her in recent times that she's been operated on five times in the last year. The last of our pet birds is also beginning to die. He's getting very stuttery around the cage, struggling with breathing... he's had a very long life, but still. It's... not sad, because you know it's got to happen... but it's hard, because of how the process works. The degredation.

Nan only has one animal that's not old - it's a small Yorkshire Terrier, who usually only perks up around either of the other pets. The company Nan has with her pets are part of what keeps her going - these pets all had an awful past, and she's given them a better life. However, something's changed. Nan doesn't want any other pets after these die, due to the fear that she may become unhealthy and not be able to look after them. It's a catch 22 scenario; without a pet, she'd seldom leave the house. She has her simple life, she's seen children and grandchildren grow up and she's looked after anything that's needed help. That's all she's wanted in her life. There is little more for her bar existing, it seems.

Mum was given a dodgy parking ticket today, despite having a permit to park. I'm currently making photocopies of the ticket she got permitting her to park where she did. It might take a while to get this resolved as we have no contact details to pester these people... we'll have to send a photocopied page off with a letter to the address where they ask you to send the money to. In another situation where no news is bad news, Joe from SI seems difficult to contact. I'll take that as a good sign that now's not a time I'm wanted in, if at all. Still, I'll keep annoying the bejesus out of the fellow until he shouts down the phone that if I pester him again he will try to inflict pain. That sounds like a good line to set up to eventually try to cross, I reckon.

Lastly, a few things are going cheap in the shop. I picked up a few DVDs to record things onto (backing up all my music onto one disc sounds a nice thing) and acquired Bombastic for £10 (the Devil Dice sequel - a good puzzle game, a godawful name) and there's a few other interesting titles in this offer. I'm trying not to have a wild spending spree but I fear it may be happening sooner than it should.

I've got to work tomorrow. Working on a Friday sounds such a foreign concept to me. It's not looking good for my future - I don't do mornings, and Fridays confuse me... I guess I'd best go to sleep.

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My nan used to keep birds in her flat, the last bird she had before she died was irnoically, a bird i gave her, a little zebra finch. I gave him to her so she'd have something in the house to make a noise and something to talk to.
He came back to me when she died. It made me feel weird. I never expected to get him back. It was strange coming back from school to hear him again, then my mum told me.
It sucks. I really hope she'll be okay.
xx

Thanks for the concern. Nan seems to have got a bit better tonight and was back to her usual moaning self.

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