Brighton

Oh yeah and we went to Brighton.

And shit hits the fan...

Finding that having a career is a rather anxiety-filled and insecure activity. Thought all was well, when out of the blue (or actually it was on calendar but hadn't read it) we were to have a training session. Thought would be the usual blahaha about customer service, handling rude behaviour from clients, time management etcetera etcetera. Instead completely insane new-age type corporate trainer acting like he's always on speed walks into room and starts talking about our different personalty "types." (On a side note; YES exactly the sort of thing one might find on Facebook or in a women's mag)Was kind of funny at first - as I enjoy all this new-religion, new-age stuff, although I prefer tarot to personality-testing.
Does not mean that sort of thing belongs in a working environment. Got really offended when, towards the end, came to realise that trainer-type was taking this all seriously. Especially since he just finished describing myself as someone better off taking orders from the other personality-types than trying to grow a brain - and that my kind should go for careers as factory-workers or secretaries. He more or less made me feel like I was in the wrong job altogether. He ALSO said that in order for someone like me to understand anything people must speak very slowly, and allow me to absorb the information. Trainer-type himself had to, in fact, sit down and slow his speaking down, because I was present.
In a working environment everyone else must simply tolerate that people like me do not work as fast as normal people, and need extra time and also structure (i.e a list of exactly what to do and when, otherwise we would just sit there and stare into space). This was finished off by mentioning that my type also does not care what we look like (we are too lazy) and this according to him, was obvious as he pointed towards the outfit had on. Oh, and my plan for the weekend is... drumroll... the TV Guide!!!

What really killed was finding out that in the session prior to ours, with the rest of the office, they had sat around discussing it and actually come to the conclusion that this is what am like... So naturally raised absolute HELL, as cannot tolerate being bullied at an adult age by people too up themselves to hear what is coming out of their own mouths - but still thinking... maybe am making mistake here?

Just because one does not speak first and think second, or one is not totally IN LOVE with ones own voice, does not mean one does not have opinions (or a brain). So am slightly forgetful. That's all.

Although. Having had little drama today, already feel better!

Ok ok ok...

Right, so nothing about that plan worked out. I can willingly admit that. Now - nearly one week later. Got totally smashed! Spent rest of last weekend fretting about what might have done, whether would be frowned upon on Monday at work, the fact that I had lost my jacket, etcetera etcetera. Like any Saturday morning really, except had been out with WORK. So very inappropriate.

Fortunately, turned out whole evening had been massive piss-up of biblical proportions. Some people said I was "absolutely fine," which is of course utter rubbish - the truth is they can't bloody remember anything either! Or remember just enough to fear that they themselves behaved badly, and therefore feel that is safest to not bring up the behaviour of anyone else... Who knows. Point is, seems got away with it! Atleast, so far - knock on wood.

So far the following are comments about the evening that I have snapped up (from the others) whilst pretending not to care:

"I believe we were outside talking... then I fell over. I have bruises."
"I think I was in the kitchen at one point, yelling into my phone..."
"Some kind person put me into a taxi as well"
"I feel ashamed"
"I fell asleep in the cab and woke up on the wrong side of town"
"I propositioned half the office"
"I tried to get a hotel-room so we could all stay up all night"
"I got home and got naked in front of my flatmates"

In view of all these things... nevermind.

Now, a more urgent situation is fact that flat has turned into Gowrie-house. Got about ten Spaniards crashing in the living room (have no idea where they actually sleep) and my other flatmate just got home pissed - with a date!!! So - odds of having a good nights rest before 11 hour shift at work and then out on the town tomorrow = 0. No wonder have no resistance to alcohol.

Work-Thing

Have work dinner tomorrow... keep repeating mantra inside head: MUST NOT GET TOO PISSED AND START TALKING SHITE, MUST NOT GET TOO PISSED AND START TALKING SHITE, MUST NOT GET TOO PISSED... JUST MUST NOT, NOT, REPEAT NOT, GET TOO PISSED!!!

Have just had preventative couple of glasses of wine and couple of ciggies (Craig is at the movies with boys) so as to not feel to tempted tomorrow. Has worked I think, feel totally pissed.

So will just say to self - can drink wine on Saturday, tomorrow night must remain sane. Do not think work people are big party-animals. Also would look bad.

Sunday...

Friday afternoon at office they brought out the champus - not such a wise idea do not think. Was completely smashed sitting at computer trying to post out ads and not misspell everything etcetera - intra-office emailing some of the others to see how they were doing. So stumbled out of there just before 7pm, came home, ate a giant piece of bread and then went out again. Actually living room was full of people, and think said something like "well I'm going to go off to, and, to, like, go and be off somewhere. Bye!" Excellent stuff.

Met up with Bianca who is a complete Legend. Is always important to have a circle of Legend-Girlie-Girls to hang out with. After getting chucked out of the first place we were at - remember clearly Bianca marching down street with everyone in tow shouting "Come on guys, come on!!! There's a really good place just around the corner! It's just around the corner - we're IN THE CITY!!" And then whispering "Remember what I said about confidence Anna, it's all attitude... I have no idea where we are!"

So was really tempting to spend all of Saturday in bed, but actually managed to roll out of bed AND also buy boots! Also met up with Bianca and a bunch of people in the evening. So all in all very successful weekend.