Discussion in 'Moopy Moop' started by Sharla, Nov 17, 2012.
I have all next week off work. A 7 day weekend in effect. Marvellous.
I'm hungry and that picture of RB's cake in yesterday's thread didn't help. I think I might go to the average buffet restaurant for lunch.
I was up at 7am this morning and I'm now on my way to Battersea Power Station to run a 10k with an obstacle course. I hope I don't crack an acrylic nail.
i'm in a good mood this morning
found out i'm getting an award at work - it's the cheesiest shit ever but it's nice feeling appreciated
day off so i hope to swing by h&m to get one of the few decent items from their maison martin margiela collection
My last day at work yesterday turned out to be quite nice. Particularly as I was declared "Rear of the Ward 2012" (I'm so proud of this).
Dead nervous about Monday though. I only have to two weeks supernumerary and then I'm just supposed to get on with it (!)
By the patients?
I have been shocked to the core by an Olympic champion's drugs confession: http://www.smh.com.au/sport/swimmin...eth-in-leadup-to-olympics-20121116-29hrf.html
what's the new job?
I love the thread title.
Yes (well, two of them)
A&E. I'm sure there'll be lots of training in the first two weeks but it's much more specialised than what I've done before so I'm just a bit nervous.
I hope you complained about sexual harrassment.
"Excuse me but I've got letters after my name."
"Which ones? TSB? Thick Scouse Bitch?"
Well NO WONDER he didn't win anything this time
Good morning Moonpy, I am at WORK and hating every second of it :grr:
Why can't I LAUGH?
Why must I CRY?
Why does it rain here in my heart every day that we're APART?
I'm having an A*Teens revival morning and absolutely LOVING IT
I'm off to Wetherspoons for lunch followed by an all day drinking session in the pubs.
I imagine I'll have passed out by 9pm.
I want to go this gay event tonight but I need someone to come along, I can't handle all those predatory men on my own
Surely that'd be a 9 day weekend? Unless you work Saturdays and Sundays.
I really can't abide all day drinking. I can never get drunk off it and there's only so much conversation to go around because it's not like you can get up for a dance at 5pm once the conversations has dried up.
Well I'm thinking lunch will take a couple hours before drinking starts. But we never run out of conversation. There's always men to discuss and clothes to criticise.
Fuck last night was heavy going. I guess I was due my annual check in with the police
The thing I'm most ashamed about was the amount of people that saw my room in the state it was. I suspect Amy Winehouse's corpse was found in more salubrious surroundings.
Naturally before I call a doctor to confront my demons I'm going to do a spot of hoovering.
I was counting it as 2 weekends, one really long one and then a normal one.
I used to enjoy boozy lunches - a bottle of wine with a 2 hour lunch at 1pm, followed by some uninhibited shopping, usually at very expensive furniture stores way out of our price range, and occasionally the wig section. I looked very fetching in a long blond number with plats, similar to that Ukrainian woman in prison. And by 6pm you'd have sobered up enough to enjoy the rest of the day and still get a good night's sleep.
Ah sharla is on my wavelength!
Ag what happened?
I do like the image of Mandy sitting there UTTERLY DOWNCAST while you chat about hot ladz with the girls
Mandys at work..so the hot ladz chat will be in full flow. But she's used to it anyway, she doesn't care.
Rachey, Mandy and friends should have a Loose Women style debate on this Canadian news story.
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Oh she's very manly
I just got home. the walk of shame when you haven't actually done anything is boring though. I did make best friends with some random lesbian last night though
Ag what the FUCK happened?
The police thought Ag had topped himself. Nothing much.
BASICALLY. It ended up with my best friends and family thinking I'd done 'something stupid'. Where in actual fact I'd popped a sleeping tablet and muted my phone and gone to bed. 10pm last night, I was woken up by my housemates and then two police in my bedroom. In my extremely post sleeping tablet daze I had to convince them I hadn't tried suicide.
Since I was dumped three weeks ago, I have been on a massive mental decline. It got to the point where I thought the only control I had left was basically ignoring my best friends and family and telling them didn't want anything to do with them. In my head it disconnected me from my ex (there is logic there). During the week I went to Birmingham for a training course, which didn't help. Neither did putting my phone on aeroplane mode during the day to save battery(!). I am aware these are the actions of someone who has a touch of the mentals. I will be seeking diagnosis and treatment asap. This has been on going for years. The extreme highs and extreme lows I live my life by and related symptoms, are fairly indicative of a few conditions.
Turns out drinking had just being disguising a greater problem for the last 16 years. Going sober hasn't been all sweetness and light. But shit me the 113 Days book is going to be good.
yeah what about the starving children in Africa etc.
it's good you've (relatively) stopped drinking, Ag, it has exposed the demon. now you know what to fight! and once you've seen someone professional you also know how. I hope you see light at the end of the tunnel!
Oh Ag, you never do things by halves do you?
It's great to hear that you are going to get help. I think quitting drinking is going to turn out to be the best decision you have ever made.
Calling the police is a little extreme surely? Could your housemates not have just checked you were ok?
I read that in yesterday's thread but, in my morning haze, didn't cotton on that the story was THAT NIGHT.
I did not expect this.
Actually I'd had a vague suspicion for a couple of years. But seeing the councillor for the last year had convinced my otherwise. The devil is in the timing though. She never saw me when I was on a low. Seeing the councillor was a high for me. Putting old demons to bed. I'm always bad at describing the lows when I'm not there, so she could have easily put it down to anything else. This time there is evidence from friends and family, as well as texts, facebook messages and even a police report.
Although there are clearly other things going on with Agnetha, in his defence and from perhaps a more distant standpoint, I don't think Brighton itself is a great area to be when you're not in a good place mentally. It's hard to describe but the whole city has such a weird atmosphere sometimes. On days when I feel deflated or lonely, it can feel very insular.
Yeah, it's a little weird that. Getting lost on my first day out and randomly walking the streets was not a good look. Fortunately I'm usually just sat about watching terrible TV and eating cereal out of a box during those moments though. And people walk so fucking slowly...
My best mate called the doctor. The doctor rang my muted phone I think six times. That triggered a police call out. Not my housemates fault.
I invited this guy back to my place last night but then I wasn't sure I wanted to sleep with him. So he just slept in my bed but we didn't shag. It must've been really frustrating for him
I got 99 problems, but DC's ain't one.
It's not nicknamed London-On-Sea for nothing. However I live in Hove Actually, so bollocks to all that.