The small things
As you may have gathered, things haven’t exactly been wonderful recently what with one feckup after another, but as I’m sitting here trying to do my Crimbo shopping I get a pleasant and totally unexpected surprise…a ladybird lands on the laptop screen and starts wandering about quite the thing!
A quick Google search confirms that the cute little beastie has come indoors to hibernate. Apparently they like to congregate in the corners of window sills, but so far there’s only one. Awww, innit nice! ^^
If you were to move anywhere in the world, where would you go?
This country is going to the dogs big style. I’m sick of our government and its clownish policies. I don’t believe that the current status of a potential terrorist attack is ’severe’ – frankly I don’t believe it. I don’t want an ID card or have my DNA on some database where anyone can get their mitts on my personal details. I don’t have anything to hide so therefore I have nothing to declare.
I don’t want the Tories getting in either, but I have a sneaky feeling they may be the lesser of the two evils. However, for those of you that have read/seen V for Vendetta that story is eerily accurate – too accurate in my view. If we had the money to up sticks and get out Scotland we would.
So, where to?
You know what? Fuck it. And fuck them too.
I don’t care if there are people hanging around this blog I’d rather not have. Why should I give up something I enjoy for them? Exactly.
But I am pissed off all the same. At the ripe old age of 26 I am fast becoming an Angry Young Woman -if something nice happens to us I will fall over in amazement and probably go into labour on the spot, that’s how good things are.
I just don’t understand why in Britain everything seems to be so fucking difficult! For example, the house we are renting at the moment is far too small for us as it is and there’s bugger all room for the baby, but we have to wait until it’s born before we can be classed as overcrowded. I enquired as to where we might even put the pram, explaining that we have just about enough room for a crib indoors (I have no idea where the bairn’s clothes are going to go either) and that we’re not allowed to keep anything in the close – downstairs is not our part of the property and putting anything on the landing is a fire/trip hazard. Anyway, the recycling boxes are there. And of course, once the bairn’s born we’ll probably have to wait months before we are offered anything that isn’t some shitty ned-infested place. As for going private? Forget it! As soon as I mention I’m not working (and for valid reasons as some of you already know) potential landlords run a mile. Why is it that people nowadays assume that if you are a council tenant you are scum? And conveniently forget that they could only ever afford to buy their house because they were council tenants too?
This is supposed to be the happiest time of our lives, but instead of having lots of fun decorating a nursery and spending far too much money in Mothercare we are vainly trying to clear a little space for a total innocent.
I suppose I could clear out a drawer and put the bairn in that, or put it in one of those storage boxes that fit under the bed…
*Sigh*
You know, when I started this blog I thought it would be a good place for my friends to keep up to date with my goings on. You know, those of you I don’t get to see half as often as I’d like.
However, due to one or two ‘unsavoury characters’ i.e. people I’d rather not be checking up on me, I’m not so sure I want to carry on with this blog.
Shiny shiny vroom vroom!
Not all that exciting to others but it is to us – we got a new car today 
Seeing as our much beloved Yaris simply ain’t the ideal family car we decided to go for something with a bigger boot – and an extra two doors. Ho yus! After some traipsing around various garages we finally decided on a Honda Jazz, which I have instantly fallen in love with. We got the shiny sporty model which, although doesn’t have the fabby digital dash like the Yaris, it still has enough gadgets and things that go ‘beep’ to keep EV amused, bless him. It’s a sort of minty green colour so we have aptly named him Sid Snot, although the only rebellion he has in him is a tendency to grumble when you slow down. We both had enormous fun driving him around today, with a couple of illegal but fun moments when we realised how quickly Sid goes and although you think you’re not up to motorway speeds you’re suddenly doing 85 mph…
New addition to the Vibenstein clan
After the events of 2004 and me being shit scared about celebrating any good news since then, I’m now proud to announce that EV and I are expecting an ickle baby
In the hospital today and in the days leading up to having my 12 week scan I’ve been so nervous and worried and stuff that all would be well, so when the radiographer turned round that TV monitor and showed us a little bod squirming around I had to wipe away a couple of tears. It was a very satisfying moment to see that little fetus jumping around – we even got a little wave, laughing as we saw all five fingers seperate and intact! Our families are totally over the moon with the news and my mum’s glad she can finally get those knitting needles out so she can knit loads of cute ickle baby clothes 
The trouble with Telewest…
…is that although they provide a pretty decent service, when you have to phone them up the average customer service advisor doesn’t seem to know their arse from their elbow. Gah!
After getting yet another call from someone who wanted to know if I owned my house and would I like a loan/puppy/free icecream, whatever they’re trying to get you to take, I informed them I’m registered with the Telephone Preference Service and would they kindly stop phoning me. I then double checked in the phone book to see if I’m listed – it seems I am.
Right then, says I, I’ll phone up Telewest and get them to make me ex-directory. So after getting through I asked if I could be made ex-directory. “Why do you want your number to be ex-directory?” she asks, and through gritted teeth I explain politely to her why I only want my number known to people I choose to give it to. Come on, No Shit Sherlock time or what?! She then proceeds to give me the number for Directory Enquiries. I asked her why do I have to phone them to make my number ex-directory, and she mumbled an apology and put me on hold forever so she could make the request from her end, which is her job.
Eventually she comes back on and says she’s done it, but I’m mighty tempted to phone back tomorrow just to make sure….mind you, this is the company who kept cancelling my direct debits, charging me for unpaid bills and then when I finally went nuts at them discovered they had about seven (count ‘em) different direct debit orders set up for my account. Ye gods, I know I’m not the brightest person to live sometimes but I really despair sometimes!
Bleh.
I’ve been given a row because I don’t update my blog as often as other people. That’s mainly because nothing is really happening in my life just now and I don’t want to bore ya! The main things that have been happening concern WoW, which doesn’t concern most of my friends so there ya go. However, there is something really exciting coming up soon and I’d love to tell you all now but won’t, you’ll just have to wait and see…
Fuck fuckity fuck
I am now in employment limbo.
As many of you will know, I wasn’t happy in my job. Before I went off with stress for three months my job just wasn’t interesting to me any more for many factors I can’t be arsed going into and when I came back I was looking forward to a clean start. Unfortunately nothing had changed and I was feeling just as stressed as before. So, I thought, I’ll call a meeting with HR and see what can be done. I was prepared to maybe take on a less stressful role in the company as it’s not a bad one to work for but if not I thought I’d look for another job.
So we had the meeting on Friday.
Instead of asking me what I wanted to discuss, HR went into a list of why the company wasn’t happy with me and that they wanted to terminate my employment. Why? I asked, obviously concerned at this. Well, HR said, you’re obviously not coping with the work just now and there are some issues your colleagues have with you. HR then launches into some really fucking weird excuses as to why people are unhappy with me – for example, apparently I refuse to help people, refuse to do certain parts of my job and play games all day. Oh, and I lie about what’s wrong with me when I’m off sick.
What a pile of shit! Sometimes I do more work for other people than I do for my own department, I never play games at work (although I’d like to) and when I was off sick I didn’t know what was wrong with me until I went to the doctor. But hey, as I said to HR it’s only my word against someone else’s and who are they gonna believe? They then offered me what they call a compromise agreement – basically, they give me a pittance of a payoff and ask me to go quietly, i.e. not take them to a tribunal or sue them. Fuck that. The agreement doesn’t even say why they want rid of me. Fishy, no?
I also asked for the details of that meeting to be put into writing and they refused. I was also told verbally that yes it is an unfair dismissal but surprise surprise that isn’t going to be put into writing either. Although my other half did listen in on the call, I dunno how that would stand up as evidence.
Basically I think they’re taking the piss. As far as I can see they’re just trying to get rid of me for whatever reason. And what is stranger is that in my time there two people have been mysteriously sacked, although they were in another department. I feel I’ve never really fitted in there so am not too angry at not working there any more but for them to do what they have done is plain wrong in my view.
Gahhh!
I really fucking hate my job. I need ideas to make some squids fast so I can hand in my cards. Any ideas?
