:D!

[fightingthecage]

EEEE I have finished work. EEE! Hurrah! No more putting up with co-workers who don't give a shit and conveniently disappear when any nasty jobs show up. No more 12 hour shifts in 35 degree (C) heat. No more manically busy Sundays and crazyass bank holidays and people walking in and asking for food that isn't on the menu. No more garnish plates and starters and fiddly fucking sandwiches and desserts and salads and specials and YAY!

Came home, threw all work clothes in the bin and stood in the shower for fucking ages until I was positive the place was properly scrubbed away. I mean, I may end up going back in nine months time, simply because the shifts will be flexible and most of the people are pretty awesome. But maybe not. And if I do, it's nine months away. Nine months filled with a Scribble. So far in the future at the moment that it doesn't even count as reality. So hurrah!

And to top a nice day off, exchanged many civil words with the Steve! *dies of shock* OK, it wasn't exactly comfortable but he made an effort and so did I and no one else noticed the Awkward (I swear I could drown in the anger that comes off that man sometimes) and when I caught him on his own and asked him if he'd still be there in a couple of weeks, he didn't bite my head off the way he usually does when there's no one else around. He was fine. So. All in all, a good day. Added bonus = his new shorts. Seriously. Schwing. He's a fuckwit and I still want to do him.

But OMG. No more work. I can't quite believe it. It's been so tiring the last month or so and this week, as it includes a bank holiday weekend, I did 38.5 hours. Under normal circumstances, no problem at all. Nearly nine months pregnant? Killer. I've worked six days a week for the last month and the relief at not having to do it anymore is...considerable. To put it mildly. So, I now have a week at my mothers', as she turns 60 on Wednesday (go mum!). I go Tuesday. Tomorrow I will spend buying her birthday present (portable MP3 player/DAB radio, yellow rose bush, posh speciality foods and chocolates etc), constructing a wardrobe and packing car for trip down. Tuesday = driving. Rest of week = lounging around, shopping, family stuff (eek) culminating in a big sit-down dinner with a heap of relatives next Sunday (kill me now). Next Monday = back. Four weeks after that...wait for Scribble to show up.

And he/she had better not be early because mother will be on holiday in Canada/Alaska and will murder me (I'm not even kidding) if the child shows up while she's away. She keeps saying to me, 'don't you dare have it while I'm away!' and I'm all '...uhh, how exactly do you want me to control this?' But yeah, whatever. I plan to sleep the entire month beforehand, yay!

Righty-o, will stop rambling. Will catch up on football scores and then write a necessary OOM and generally spend the evening chillin'. HURRAH NO MORE WORK!!

Comments

[introductory.livejournal.com]

I am glad you seem to be doing well! Best of luck with everything! I've always got good thoughts to spare for you. ♥

[fightingthecage.livejournal.com]

Say thankya! You rock, obviously. And dude, congrats on Stanford. Doesn't get a whole lot better than that. Have a blast! :D

[callisto24.livejournal.com]

congrats
*gg*

[fightingthecage.livejournal.com]

*dances* YAY! Thank you. :D!

[song_tra_bong]

Hello, my darling!

So glad you liked the OOM. XD It was a blast to write. Also, have flung MA in the bar for your tagging pleasure; even if you don't get the chance to tag until tomorrow, please do it. Slowtime is how I roll these days.

[fightingthecage.livejournal.com]

Awesome! Sorry I couldn't last night, totally passed out. I'll be around for a bit this evening though, will tag it then. :)