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Do you ever feel as if life isn't turning out the way you wanted it to?
Not that I ever planned how I wanted my life to turn out.
I hate my Job:
It was great but then my supervisor went on maternity. Then I got a new supervisor, but he is the husband of one of my collegues (from australia) who is out to prove she is much better than me in any way she can.
My supervisor is back in a week but because the problems I have had I don't have much to show her. I have applied for another job at the same university where I will still be with all my friends but I will also definitly be able to do a PhD (rather than being messed around being told yes, no, maybe soon).
I hate my Flat:
It was nice when I first looked round it, that was until I discovered the guy upstairs. I think he is an alcoholic. He throws up loudly every morning, so regularly that I don't even need to set my alarm clock. He has massive rows with his boyfriend on regular occasions that last until the early hours of the morning. He plays his music at an UNBELIEVABLY loud volume and he doesn't even turn his TV off when he goes out for the evening.
Plua I can't seem to get any of my clothes dry without them smalling, so I am getting fewer and fewer clothes to wear.
But its not all bad. My Boyfriend is great and Its got to be worth putting up with all of the above so that we can be together
Hmm don't know why I wrote all that stuff. It feels better to have a rant though.
Ros
Not that I ever planned how I wanted my life to turn out.
I hate my Job:
It was great but then my supervisor went on maternity. Then I got a new supervisor, but he is the husband of one of my collegues (from australia) who is out to prove she is much better than me in any way she can.
My supervisor is back in a week but because the problems I have had I don't have much to show her. I have applied for another job at the same university where I will still be with all my friends but I will also definitly be able to do a PhD (rather than being messed around being told yes, no, maybe soon).
I hate my Flat:
It was nice when I first looked round it, that was until I discovered the guy upstairs. I think he is an alcoholic. He throws up loudly every morning, so regularly that I don't even need to set my alarm clock. He has massive rows with his boyfriend on regular occasions that last until the early hours of the morning. He plays his music at an UNBELIEVABLY loud volume and he doesn't even turn his TV off when he goes out for the evening.
Plua I can't seem to get any of my clothes dry without them smalling, so I am getting fewer and fewer clothes to wear.
But its not all bad. My Boyfriend is great and Its got to be worth putting up with all of the above so that we can be together
Hmm don't know why I wrote all that stuff. It feels better to have a rant though.
Ros
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Rosalind wrote:
> I hate my Job:
Essentially, jobs aren't there to be enjoyed. Not til you hit about 35 anyway. It's there as a means to an end - a cash provider. Take work less seriously, as I'm starting to do. Stress is a physical illness, and should be avoided. Yes, it's good to look for work that is less upsetting in the meantime. While work is a necessity, work related problems are not.
Look on the bright side - you're not working 11pm-7am shifts in Budgens for £3.80 an hour.
> I hate my Flat:
Accomodation exists for one thing: to annoy you. If the neighbours aren't noisy, then the nearby roads are. If the outside of the house is gleaming, the wallpaper inside is peeling off. When you finish fixing one thing, something else invariably goes wrong.
As for the noisy upstairs lot, do what I do, and call the police out when they are rowdy at night. Even if it isn't a "domestic", they are disturbing the peace, but say domestic anyway when you call the cops, and they will invariably send a riot van. That'll shut them up.
> But its not all bad. My Boyfriend is great and Its got to be worth
> putting up with all of the above so that we can be together
To be honest, it doesn't sound like it. If you can get so down, then your boyfriend clearly isn't doing enough to cheer you back up again.
> Hmm don't know why I wrote all that stuff. It feels better to have a
> rant though.
A problem shred and all that...
> I hate my Job:
Essentially, jobs aren't there to be enjoyed. Not til you hit about 35 anyway. It's there as a means to an end - a cash provider. Take work less seriously, as I'm starting to do. Stress is a physical illness, and should be avoided. Yes, it's good to look for work that is less upsetting in the meantime. While work is a necessity, work related problems are not.
Look on the bright side - you're not working 11pm-7am shifts in Budgens for £3.80 an hour.
> I hate my Flat:
Accomodation exists for one thing: to annoy you. If the neighbours aren't noisy, then the nearby roads are. If the outside of the house is gleaming, the wallpaper inside is peeling off. When you finish fixing one thing, something else invariably goes wrong.
As for the noisy upstairs lot, do what I do, and call the police out when they are rowdy at night. Even if it isn't a "domestic", they are disturbing the peace, but say domestic anyway when you call the cops, and they will invariably send a riot van. That'll shut them up.
> But its not all bad. My Boyfriend is great and Its got to be worth
> putting up with all of the above so that we can be together
To be honest, it doesn't sound like it. If you can get so down, then your boyfriend clearly isn't doing enough to cheer you back up again.
> Hmm don't know why I wrote all that stuff. It feels better to have a
> rant though.
A problem shred and all that...
Goatboy wrote:
> Well the thing to do is to not talk about it, then decide you want to
> split.
>
> Ignore his obvious pain and upset, then change your mind when he
> agrees and hound him without a break for 3 months.
>
> Oh, and make sure you send emails to his workplace, because you know
> it'll f### up his day and make it impossible to work.
Yeah thanks for the useful suggestions!
Pah!
> Well the thing to do is to not talk about it, then decide you want to
> split.
>
> Ignore his obvious pain and upset, then change your mind when he
> agrees and hound him without a break for 3 months.
>
> Oh, and make sure you send emails to his workplace, because you know
> it'll f### up his day and make it impossible to work.
Yeah thanks for the useful suggestions!
Pah!
Well the thing to do is to not talk about it, then decide you want to split.
Ignore his obvious pain and upset, then change your mind when he agrees and hound him without a break for 3 months.
Oh, and make sure you send emails to his workplace, because you know it'll f### up his day and make it impossible to work.
Ignore his obvious pain and upset, then change your mind when he agrees and hound him without a break for 3 months.
Oh, and make sure you send emails to his workplace, because you know it'll f### up his day and make it impossible to work.
> But its not all bad. My Boyfriend is great and Its got to be worth
> putting up with all of the above so that we can be together
i don't even know if this is true :(
> putting up with all of the above so that we can be together
i don't even know if this is true :(
Do you ever feel as if life isn't turning out the way you wanted it to?
Not that I ever planned how I wanted my life to turn out.
I hate my Job:
It was great but then my supervisor went on maternity. Then I got a new supervisor, but he is the husband of one of my collegues (from australia) who is out to prove she is much better than me in any way she can.
My supervisor is back in a week but because the problems I have had I don't have much to show her. I have applied for another job at the same university where I will still be with all my friends but I will also definitly be able to do a PhD (rather than being messed around being told yes, no, maybe soon).
I hate my Flat:
It was nice when I first looked round it, that was until I discovered the guy upstairs. I think he is an alcoholic. He throws up loudly every morning, so regularly that I don't even need to set my alarm clock. He has massive rows with his boyfriend on regular occasions that last until the early hours of the morning. He plays his music at an UNBELIEVABLY loud volume and he doesn't even turn his TV off when he goes out for the evening.
Plua I can't seem to get any of my clothes dry without them smalling, so I am getting fewer and fewer clothes to wear.
But its not all bad. My Boyfriend is great and Its got to be worth putting up with all of the above so that we can be together
Hmm don't know why I wrote all that stuff. It feels better to have a rant though.
Ros
Not that I ever planned how I wanted my life to turn out.
I hate my Job:
It was great but then my supervisor went on maternity. Then I got a new supervisor, but he is the husband of one of my collegues (from australia) who is out to prove she is much better than me in any way she can.
My supervisor is back in a week but because the problems I have had I don't have much to show her. I have applied for another job at the same university where I will still be with all my friends but I will also definitly be able to do a PhD (rather than being messed around being told yes, no, maybe soon).
I hate my Flat:
It was nice when I first looked round it, that was until I discovered the guy upstairs. I think he is an alcoholic. He throws up loudly every morning, so regularly that I don't even need to set my alarm clock. He has massive rows with his boyfriend on regular occasions that last until the early hours of the morning. He plays his music at an UNBELIEVABLY loud volume and he doesn't even turn his TV off when he goes out for the evening.
Plua I can't seem to get any of my clothes dry without them smalling, so I am getting fewer and fewer clothes to wear.
But its not all bad. My Boyfriend is great and Its got to be worth putting up with all of the above so that we can be together
Hmm don't know why I wrote all that stuff. It feels better to have a rant though.
Ros
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