Ooooookay I’m a lazy bum!

In more ways than one it seems!  I’ve just finished the six month contract with my job and am officially unemployed again.  It means that I have more time to catch up on all the stuff I’ve been meaning to do but haven’t because I didn’t want to waste my free time with more work.  I don’t want to be unemployed for too long, I’m hoping they’ll decide to renew my contract for another six months or that another job will come along.  I don’t want to lose my motivation.

Where do I stand at the moment?  I’ve now paid off two credit cards, two overdrafts and one personal loan and my car loan will be paid off this September.  Yay!  It’s quite an achievement I’ve been told.  I took the slow route of getting myself out of trouble rather than taking the easy route (options like declaring bankrupsy).

I’m partly hoping that I don’t get a permanent job.  I’ll be happy if I just have temporary/contract work for the rest of the year as I’m planning on going to study a Commerce and Admin degree next year and I’ll be strongly tempted to put those plans on hold if I have a good permanent job.  I just wanna get outa mum and dad’s home and go back to living my own life.  The psychologist told mum and dad I was unlikely to ever be cured of my BIID and anything he does is just a stall…Mum still thinks I’m “working through it” and that I’ll not be using my wheelchair again.  I think Dad knows it, he stops Mum when she tries to open up the can of worms.

It’s so weird being awake at 1 am and not having to worry about getting up tomorrow.  I’ll be waking up at a decent time thursdayish, the first few days are my holiday.

Anyone wanna hire a data entry/office admin chick

Tomorrow’s The Day

Well, as of tomorrow I am officially employed.  AKA it’ll be my first day at work and I’m so scared I’ll screw up.  Because it’s a job in my city centre and I’m not going to pay $20 a week just to park my car I’m gonna have to go into town really early to find a park then walk the rest of the way to work.  I hope I don’t have to walk far, I don’t want my feet to hurt before I even get to work.

In some ways I’m lucky.  One of the other people starting at this job is an old school friend and she seems to have turned out into a nice adult.  We should be good working together.  The poor dog will be stuck in the conservatory all day.  Who knows what trouble she’ll get up to, she’ll be bored to tears being on her own for the first time for longer than an hour.  Not to mention all the “bodily fluids” she’s gonna deposit all over the floor.  She seems to fear going outside to go toilet if we aren’t with her.  It’s funny, Dad refused to let us have a cat flap when we only had cats and german shepherd dogs but once we got Molly, a cat sized dog Dad put a cat flap in so she could go toilet outside….and the damn dog refuses to go toilet outside.

Wish me luck…I didn’t get as much of a chance to relax this weekend as I would have liked.  I cleaned my room last week, took three days, so I had to do all my washing on saturday and then Mum decided I had to clean the house on sunday.  I couldn’t say no because I needed the money for this week in case I need it.  I’ve been trying to cover all my bases with this new job.

I only hope I manage to get to sleep tonight, a whole pile of people are excited about this job for me.