\Te`di*os"i*ty\

has no mufins
jam
might be an alien
smells vaguely of asparagus

The Tagger's knowledge of me is astounding. Who told them about the jam? How do they know?

Hi all

The Students' Union will be holding a rounders match against the University on Wednesday 27th June at 5.30pm, as part of the handover between the Union Executive Committees.

Big Boss Man has asked for volunteers, so if you or anyone in your office would like to play, could you please let me know as soon as possible?

Thanks

"I'm not!"
"You are!"
"I'm NOT!"
"Yes you are!"
"I am not playing ruddy rounders and that's that!"
"Yes, you are, I've put your name down"
"I'm back in PE, I've had this conversation before, I am not playing rounders with the Union exec, and that is that!"
"Yes"
"No"
"Yes"
"No"
"YES!"
"WILL YOU SHUT UP! NO!"

(repeat to fade)

(I'm not)

General all round rubbishness has pervaded most aspects of Me this week.

I am getting rubbish on here. I read as many as I can but don't always have time to comment, which I like to do, even if others aren't bothered whether I do or not. I write down so much by hand that I want to put in an entry but there are always little niggly things at work to do and I don't get chance.

Work is rubbish lately. I like working here, I like who I work with, and contrary to my moans I don't really mind all the students. I'd say I like about 20% of them, which is quite a lot really, given the general whining nature of those I have contact with.
Pay is rubbish, and to apply to be on a higher grading, I have to fill out a questionnaire of about 70 pages, explaining in unimaginable depth just what it is I do on a daily/weekly/monthly basis, who I have contact with, blah blah. My line manager agrees I should be on a higher banding. Big Boss Man agrees I should be on a higher banding. HR, however, want me to fill in this form, which will then be scanned by software, and this will decide whether I should be rebanded. My income for September onwards will be dictated by a computer, not the people who manage the budget that pays me, and see me taking calls about dead students, and comforting those that sit in tears surrounded by fifty letters from debt collectors, or responding to emails to students who think they might have a mental health problem, or feel suicidal. Working in this office can have really high points - like the thank you letters and phone calls from those who have been given help, and can continue their course, or buy a new car to get to their placements, or buy a washing machine and oven instead of relying on friends to wash the kids' school uniforms and feed them - and there are really low points - like going home and realising that the person who is feeling suicidal was rejected for financial help last semester. It's a very emotionally demanding job, however boring it can often be, but you can't express that on paper, and I'm not sure the emotionally bereft computer software would pick up on it anyway.

Home is rubbish. I don't want to carry on living there next year but I can't afford to live on my own really. Nor do I want someone I don't know to move in. It's annoying.

I've gone right off someone I currently live with and really won't bat an eyelid when she leaves this summer. Whilst I'm egging on Craig and John-Paul to kiss in Hollyoaks, she's shuddering next to me. "What's that shudder for?" "I don't like it". You what? Next to me? Really? You just said that, and actually shuddered? I've been told not to take it personally, but to be honest, I do, because now I know what her real views are, and I hate thinking about times I've talked about gay stuff with her and she's nodded along and "mmm'd" sympathetically, or mentioned my Poofs, or BLAH, whatever. She's a good 10 years older than me and going to be a teacher and I am amazed at her narrowmindedness. Having said that, she has some of the most irritating habits I have ever encountered in a housemate, and even worse, she's one of those 'nice' folk that appear to have no malice or evil in any bone in any of her skeletal body, and everybody 'likes' her, she's 'lovely'. I think she's bland. I can't bear people like that. Being 'nice' is nauseating.

I am also full of a head cold. On the way back from a meeting yesterday at the other campus in North Yorkshire, I actually thouht my head was going to split into very small fragments, and when I got home I turned all the lights off, stuck my head under a pillow, and cried it hurt so much. Then the 'nice' one came home, ignored my murderous look and started whistling tunelessly - another of her endearing features. I've endured it since August without saying a word but I can't much longer.

In other areas of rubbishness, my sister stole my mascara, and the new one I have makes me spidery. I feel sick all the time. I feel so single. I miss so many people. I'm always going to feel like I'm not quite good enough to do something. My room looks like a pigsty and I keep forgetting to tidy it. I can't face another night sat watching TV on my own on the sofa that is developing a dip because I always sit in the same place. I can't express how bored I am. I am also aware that I am moaning, and now I feel even rubbisher.