Today...

Just got back from appointment with the 'works' doctor. Not really sure what the point of going was? I just confirmed what she already knew, relayed what had been said to me in the meeting on Friday, and we both agreed waiting 18 months was ridiculous. That was it... job done! Maybe I could her job? Doesn't seem to require a lot of thinking or doing, just listening and confirming. Yes maybe I could sit there with a big stamp, and just stamp people's case files all day long: Yes you're a twat, NEXT!

I've got to write my resignation letter soon, but I'm waiting until I'm in the right frame of mind... whatever that is! I want to make sure I word it right, try and mention in a discreet way how they have recommended I go onto 'bank staff', with their backing i.e. happy to give reference. So I need to make sure I get the letter just right, and cover my own arse at the same time. I have to try and stay within the organisation if possible, because let's face it, no other fucker going to employee a nutter!

My daughter will be home in a minute, she's not going to be impressed that I'm blogging myself again. Last night she told me I was wasting my time... maybe so, but it's my time to waste right? She thought not, and once again went on to highlight what a shithole the house was. How can a 13 yr old be telling her 37 yr old mother what to do... it's outrageous. We have saying: Who's the adult in our relationship? Er... well it's clearly not me, so it must be her, no wonder I don't date anymore.

Dating actually I didn't mind the dating from time to time, it's just everyone wants to go one step further, let's live together, let's get engaged... or let's not. Why can't we just date and have a lot of sex, it's so much more easier. Sex... umm... that's something else I seem to have given up at the moment. I hope I find the urge to participate again... one day! I just got tired of shagging people I didn't even fancy, or weren't even mildly good. One boyfriend wanted to marry me simply because I performed with ice cubes one night, he said he thought he'd led a very sheltered life. I thought, you're not kidding me!

My daughter's home, actually she's in a good mood. So fingers crossed she won't notice the place is still a shithole.