I’ve really had a rough spell at work these past weeks, so I thought it best to start blogging about it. Starting tomorrow, I’ll be posting passworded posts about work issues. For those of you who read here often, it’s the usual password. If you don’t have it, email me at kinkylilblackdress[at]yahoo[dot]com. Just let me know who you are and I’ll let you know the password.
Ugh. God, what time is it? Fuck, I got a headache.
<roll over, see Emma still sleeping>
I had my interview with the National Insurance Number people in Manchester today. Basically, it’s like a Social Security number, but it’s what’s used to get my free health-care. I went over-prepared, figuring it would be like my Visa application, but the interviewer just laughed at me. He was a nice guy who I guess could tell that I was stressed a bit. At any rate, I should have my number in about 3-4 weeks. Which is just in time, since my doctor’s has already posted me something saying they can’t find my NI number in their database.
I’ve been watching The L-Word since I got here. Emma downloaded the first three seasons, and the ones that have been on this year. I’m kinda into it. Emma’s got a thing for Bette and Carmen. I’m not sure who I’m into.
When Emma was growing up, she hung out mostly with boys. One of the boys she used to play soccer with, Oliver, died in a car crash this past week. It’s a sad thing really. The town is so small, so all of the people her age are coming out to the funeral and services. Open casket funerals aren’t too typical here, and there is an open-viewing for Oliver’s close friends. Emma’s not going to that, and I’m not sure she’s going to do to the funeral. She doesn’t do those types of things very well. I suggested sending a card and letter to the family, and when she’s ready, we can go visit the grave on our own, rather than having to see all the people she grew up with in that sort of emotional state.
I bought my plane ticket back to the States for my birthday. Em and I got them for 122pounds, plus 147pounds tax. Wicked cheap! Direct from London to Boston. Nice.
I’ve made a decision, and I’m not moving from it.
If you, or someone you know, has a problem with something that I’ve posted on my blog, then you need to contact me directly to begin a discussion about removing it.
I’m sick of 2nd, 3rd, and even 4th parties trying to judge me and what I say here, and make their demands on behalf of others. I understand you may think you are being helpful to a friend, but unfortunately, things are getting mixed up and twisted in the interpretation phase. Do not contact Emma in hopes that I will listen to her more than I’ll listen to anyone else. Do not go to Emma’s mother and ask her to talk to Emma about talking to me about removing anything. They have nothing to do with my blog, so leave them out of it. I’ve told Emma the same thing I’m telling all who read this:
If it’s not worth it for you to talk to me directly about issues you have with what I’ve said, then it’s not worth it for me to take it down.
End. Of. Story.
So I’m on a late today, and not going in until noon. I took the opportunity to have an appointment with my new gyn to change over my dysmenhorria scripts. It was like lightning. I got into the room with the doc. I explained what my conditions were, what meds I was on and home, and handed over an empty perscription bottle. She looked it over, said, “Okay”, and wrote me out a new script. Then I left.
I don’t think I’ve ever had such a fast doctor’s appointment in my life. I swear it took like three minutes.
My team leader was out today. For some strange reason, I got more accomplished with her not around than what I usually do. Weird. The higher ups came around and helped us out when we needed it, and put on the pressure when we needed it, too. It’s the end of the month, so the numbers all need to come in between today and tomorrow. At least I wasn’t bored like yesterday.
More drama with the BIL’s ex. She’s apparently read my blog (well, she said myspace…which confuses me, since I don’t keep up two blogs…), and keeps texting Emma about it, making accusations to her as if Em wrote it herself. But when Em said she has nothing to do with my blog, and that the ex should be texting me instead of Emma, she said that she would rather not. Which tells me one of two things. Either I’m a big scarey lesbian, or she’d rather not be confronted with the truth. Meh. Gotta love 21-year-old drama. My only concern is that she will go and complain to BIL, and BIL will be even madder at me than he is now.
Em’s making chili and roasted potatoes for dinner. Yum. Well, she was going to until she got into the text-fest.
One of the guys at work keeps calling me “Mrs. Jacko”, in reference to Em’s last name. I kinda like it. I didn’t change my name after we got married, so this is kinda close.
I’m quite relieved today that my Crochet Club check from school finally went into my account. I only get paid monthly over here, and before I left, I assumed that I would have had that money to live on for the month. Unfortunately, no. The school lost paperwork, and a check that I was supposed to have December 30th has arrived January 29th. So, I got that check today, and my new job’s paycheck Wednesday. I’ve been living on borrowed money for a month, and my Dad has been footing all my bills back home. At least now I can say to him that he can take money out of my American account to cover what he’s footed for me. Relief.
Work’s boring as fuck. For some reason, a job that takes my peers two hours to do, I can do in 30 minutes. I thought for a while that I must be leaving out steps, since the people who have been at this job longer take so much more time to complete the tasks. But, after going through the packs with one of the higher-ups, I’ve got it down correctly. The positive side to that is we get bonuses based on productivity. Woot. The negative side, is that when I’ve done the packs for the day (usually 2 or 3), I’m out of work to do. So, I’ve been asking around to see if anyone has post that needs logging in, so I can at least keep myself busy, and give someone else a hand in the mean time.
Emma’s got dominoes tonight. It’s at the pub just 3 blocks from our house, so I thought about joining her for a drink. But then I realized a few things. The BIL that isn’t talking to me is going to be there. The BIL’s ex (who I told off) is also going to be there. I decided to just avoid the scene all together and hang out on my own tonight. I got laundry to put away anyway.
….its time to “tomAHto sauce”. Doesn’t quite have the same ring as ketchup.
On the work front, I think I’ve settled into a regular job routine. As an IVA admistrator, I collect the data from clients who want to enroll in an IVA, which is this government supported debt management plan. If they had such a thing in the US, I would have done it ages ago. Anyway, I’m only one of eight people in the company of over 200 employees who do such a job, and with the government overseers and lawyers coming in and out regularly, I think I’m in a good place. Unfortuately, my “team leader” is a completely useless individual as far as training me goes, so I’ve either had to figure out my way through it by making mistakes and being told; or going to other IVA admins and asking for their help. Which doesn’t equal much, since most of them only started a few months before me.
I get an hour lunch, so I usually head over to Emma’s department (Accounts), and eat lunch with her. I do get to spend a decent amount of time with her during the days, with a 70 minute bus ride to work, a 60 minute lunch, and a 70 minute bus ride home from work. (The bus is a money pit – we’re dropping about $200 a month each on bus tickets….car soon!) By the time we get home from work at 7pm (9pm on Thursdays, since it’s my late day), have dinner, shower, do what chores need doing, it’s pretty much time for bed.
The in-laws have pretty much stayed clear of me and the house. Em’s dad has come over once, Nana once, and brother once. Em’s mom came by once, but didn’t speak to me. I had a falling out with Em’s brother. I basically told his ex-girlfriend that I knew she was cheating on him back when they were together, and now he’s mad that I hurt her feelings. Yeah, I had a few in me, but the girl deserved it.
I’ve actually stuck to one crochet project since I’ve been here – the mega-huge granny square blanket. I only get time to hook on the weekends, so it’s slow going. Em says she’s getting me a cabinet that I can fill with crochet stuff. I think she’s trying to scare away the homesickness I’ve been going through.
Yeah, I’ve had a few rought days since I got here, which is why I probably haven’t posted that much…it would have been mostly negative. But I’m in a good place, mentally, right now. And very glad to be with my wife.