Please Gods and Goddesses in the sky, make the school take me full-time, for I cannot work at the pub anymore. I'm making an appointment to see the manager tomorrow. There must be something I can do. Lunch monitoring ... assistanting ... anything.

Twenty-three times I've been called stupid or done something wrong today. I was told I was a 'stupid girl' only to be told by the same customer "Smile ... it only takes a few muscles"

To those who know what I mean ... the roses are no longer white ... I'm painting them red.

Applying to be a tutor now ... it comes to something when I would rather give grammar lessons to remedial year 11s who want to leave asap rather than do another shift behind that bar.

*thunk* and I'm tired, so very very tired. How is it that I'm having trouble sleeping when I shoudl be working myself to exhaustion ... it is so confusing.

and I've been roped in by occupational health too. Gotta see them.

Oh dear ... I'm really not doing well

Someday I will post good news on this thing.... if anyone's reading this I need a hug.