Monday

Why is it that whenever I am expecting a parcel, the moment the parcel comes I always seem to be doing something else? For example. The package that was supposed to come today came, but unfortunately at the precise moment it came I was upstairs. You can’t hear the bell very well from upstairs, and the guy didn’t really hang around long to find out if knocking loudly would work… I came back downstairs again to find a little yellow card indicating that they’d tried to leave a parcel but couldn’t. Annoying thing was I heard it being put through the door but didn’t get out there in time to stop the guy — I saw him drive off…

Still, they’re going to try again tomorrow and this time my parents are going to be in as well so hopefully at least one of us will be able to pick it up! Also in today’s news… I went into town and signed up for the temp agency, no work was immediately forthcoming but they said they’d call. Which means that I’ll be back in there in a few days asking, and so on and so on until they do find me some work. Or I get fed up and sign up with another temp agency. And another one…

I’m just not really geared up for keep going on into the agency, I don’t feel up to it… keep pressurising for work, I don’t want to do it! Has to be done though. As for the rest of the day — the usual. Not really much to be said on that front…