Quote: Maeby, Jul 2011I have never been as scared as I was then.
Good thing was, I didn't panic. But it's not the thing you want happening the night after her birthday, particularly when my family have a nasty habit of dying around their birthdays.
I have an appointment with the nurse tomorrow. Can't get one with the doctor.
TBH, a lot of it is work related. With the non-payment (finally came this month but no-one should have to wait 5 months!), the being moved twice, being shouted at by customers at work, being sent up in a lift with a "blind" guy who is actually a sexual predator but nobody warned me (females aren't allowed to be alone with him)...
is it any real surprise that the thought of going back there is giving me palpitations?
This still with the library? My God, you should come and work in mine, it's bliss. We get the odd homeless dude falling asleep and p*ssing himself on a chair, and the other day someone came in and banged a stick of broccoli on the counter and asked if it was a stick of broccoli or the key to the garden of good and evil, but apart from that it's cushty.