Err, yeah, an update
Aug. 2nd, 2006 07:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pyoor_excuseSo, 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.
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.
