2004-07-27 - 10:24 a.m.
I'm busting to go to the loo but the thought of trudging up the stairs with my legs that are dying with muscle strain (thanks to a great workout at the gym last night) terrifies me. So I'm sitting here jiggling on my seat and trying not to think of waterfalls or the water bottle on my desk.
Eek. Easier said than done I suppose.
That cunt Paul Biddington won't know what's hit him by the end of this week when he gets a letter from Ian Thompson claiming gross humiliation and constructive dismissal and asking for settlement. A settlement being for me in the thousands. Woop woop! God I hope I get SOMETHING out of all this. It's been the shittiest low I've hit, working for people who don't like me or even respect me as the one person who does all their running around for them. Especially Paul. God I can't stand him. Just yesterday I did three hours worth of typing, printing and editing for his stupid "dispute and arbitration help" brochures and letters, and what thanks do I get? NONE! NADA! Just a "when can you get this done by? I want to send them off this evening so I can start getting my name out there." GRRR. I mean, okay fair call I wasn't busy, but at Papanui I was never asked to do anything personal for any of the agents. It was totally business. Here I feel like his slaaaaaave. A Puerto Rican underpaid slave. No I'm not Puerto Rican but for some reason that's the image I get...
I'm not too sure about working for Dad either to be honest. I mean he's promised me work out there but I don't know if it's really me. I shouldn't say that, I don't really know what is me at the moment, but taking a pay cut and working longer hours for something I may not enjoy doesn't sound appealing. It seems like the best option at the moment though. He's opening a branch in - get this - New Caledonia! And there's a VERY SLIM, please read that, VERY SLIM chance I may get a job there as a receptionist or something. I'd probably have to re-learn all my French again but man it would be nice to live over there. So warm and sunny, French food and ocean all around...sigh...
Apparently it's VERY expensive though and we have enough trouble making ends meet here in little old Christchurch.
David has been unemployed now for...let's calculate...nearly exactly five and a half months. In two weeks he'll hit the six month mark. I can't believe it! I thought I was bad, being unemployed for two months, but for six! I don't know how he can put up with himself. I drove myself crazy, trying to find a job and feeling so guilty when David had to get up at 5 to bike to Macca's. He doesn't seem to feel guilty at all. In fact he hardly glimpses at the paper. Yesterday he spent pretty much his whole day on the computer and I am SERIOUSLY tempted to sell the goddamn thing. It's left me with 1000 unneccesary dollars on my credit card and the lonely vigil of falling asleep alone every night while my so-called lover taps away and downloads porn. I just feel so...I don't know, I feel second best to all his technology loves. The XBox, the computer, his stereo and CDs and...arghh! It's like I can't measure up to all these wonderful electronics.
I've been through this before so I might give it a rest. I can't think of much else to say. Might update later, I'm so bored and have nothing to do. But I really must pee, the jiggling has become near humping the chair in desperation...
