That Chocolate High

I feel stuffed and utterly fat after scoffing 400g of Cadbury Fruit & Nut within the past hour, but also happily satisfied and content with my brain buzzing! I keep telling myself that I'll get up and do some form of exercise to burn it all off... but I'm still on that chocolate high.

Two months and a bit now till i start med school and all the headachy stuff like loans and accommodation applications forms are all kinda sorted, although i did have problems getting a student account with Halifax. I've never been in debt with banks or overdrawn... i like my statements to be printed in black ink, and yet i get refused a student account due to credit rating... HELLO, i want a current account not a silly credit card, besides I am a student... what do they expect lol!

I'm getting to that state where work is becoming frighteningly comfortable. I suppose I'm getting into a routine and ... well, accepting work as apart of life, just as iv accepted the two grey hairs i found on my head the other day. But the fact that i found another one today, probably shows i haven't truly comes to terms with it, since the stress and horror of finding the first few probably caused the latest culprit.

A Necessary Evil

WORK: I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. .

... But it’s paying for med school fees! Although I constantly dream about walking into the job centre and applying for another job, thinking that my honors degree and previous qualifications will get me out of this hell hole. But I only have to stick it out for another 3 months and i suppose the pay could be worst, so...

... my two days off come to an end! Back to the bitching and work politics! Only good thing is that now I'm allowed to drive the big mini bus owned by the company, which two days ago i crashed into a fence whilst reversing! It kinda broke, but no scratches on the bus so no one needs to know my little secret!

Whose Who Of Who

I'm back, yip, although in my absence from the on-line world nothing much has really happened expect that now its only 3 months and a bit till i start med school and return to sanity!!

I gave up on the whole gym thingy, it proved too expensive for my taste although i still believe that no one should have a premature death due to excess laziness. Hence, i've invested in a few pieces of Tesco Value fitness equipment, I'm still a good boy see! Although with nothing challenging to stimulate my mind besides understanding the work gossip, whose sleeping with who, whose having whose baby, whose the father, not to mention who said what about me behind my back and remembering to be extra spiteful to them next time i meet them. I honestly believe work is a real bad influence! For example, i now watch Eastenders, Corrie and worse Emmerdale!! And I'm acting like everyone else at work, talking about them as though they're actually 'REALLY' happening, and not just some crap an TV! My usually calm tone has slowly turned into a harsh bark and my patience has dwindled into nothingness! The only thing which hasn't changed is the amount of chocolate i eat, but i never expected that to change much anyway!

I'm turning into a monster, I just hope i return to my usual self once i start university again, otherwise I'll be scaring away my first patient even before i meet them, just through my reputation!

A Dollop Full Of Shite

Working on a Sunday isn't very exciting, actually its right down annoying. Whats even worst is when you start at 7:30am! The bleeding birds are awake outside at this time, but its only to take their morning shite on my 'day-before' cleaned car, you'd think they'd have something better to do this early in the morning?!

How would they like it if I did it in their nest... every day! Not a pleasant thought, especially since I'd fall and break my neck climbing the huge tree. The neighbours would find me with my pants around my ankles and no doubt full of shit intended for the nest. Suppose I should be grateful I have a car, clean or filthy...

My work is far from engaging. It usually involves watching lots of Jeremy Kyle and filling out a few medical forms whilst secretly reading 'Full House' or 'Best' bought from the local Tesco's. Don't you just love the problem pages and all those true stories, makes you own life feel practically normal or at least adds a cheap frill to your day. A recent issue involved a woman finding her long lost family 'at the shops'! Imagine going round to your corner shop for bread and milk, to instead take home a whole extended family (plus 10 pints of milk and 5 loafs of bread), I mean, if one mouth wasn't enough to feed!

For all this hard work I get paid pittance, and yet I have an honours degree under my belt and every day I bring all my non-existent life experience to work for my fellow co-workers to benefit from. The world is an unjust place!