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Monday Rant!

Ok, so in my positive frame of mind I thought I'd given up my Monday rants...and then Monday just gone happened!

What a comedy of errors! It was pure comedy value...for an un involved spectator. But for me...*sigh*.


(Disclaimer: This was written yesterday)

Look, just consider this...

Sunday was a semi nice day in London Town so I'd been in sandals and a maxi dress. How lovely. But the previous day I'd (finally) moved into my own flat, so all my stuff was there. But lack of food had me spending the night at mum's (you know how it is).

So anyhoo, on Monday morning the day broke, grey dank and cold. And the exhaustion had me waking up later than usual. And I realised all I had to put on my feet for work in were my flip flops. Oh crap. So I needed go to the flat, a diversion which was
GUARANTEED to make me late. Double crap.

So anyhoo I finally get to work in suitable shoes. Half an hour late. And my office takes flexible working to another level so no one has a fixed desk. Being late equals no desk, particularly on a Monday. Grrrrrr! So another half an hour is wasted searching for a desk.

Finally boot up the computer and go into my email looking for the email I'd sent myself of the urgent work I did from home on Friday. Ummmm...it's not there...check my BB. Yes, I'd sent it. Yes, I'd sent it to the correct address. No, I had no notification that the mail had failed and yet...nothing in my work inbox.

So we have a deadline of Wednesday. Tuesday is a full day off training and I'm on leave Wednesday. So I have to go home. I live two hours from work. Oh For F***s Sake!

So I get to mum's and have to email the work to a colleague, while checking the time. You see I'd arranged to pick up my tickets for the England-Ghana match from a guy on the way home from work as it would have been convenient if I hadn't had 2 rush home...

So now it wasn't convenient as he was an hour-and-a-half from my house...so I text him to say I'll be late. And he says he doesn't wanna hold the tickets much longer cuz if I flop he'll not be able to get rid of them before the match. By now I wanna pull my hair out, cuz I have to go BACK to the flat to get something else for work and I WANT MY MATCH TICKETS.

So I meet the guy 45 minutes later and get my beloved tickets and head to my cousin's to crash
(and show off my ticket's to my very annoyed uncle who is STILL waiting for his!). But her dad has sprung a surprise guest on her pissed off ass so I have to trek BACK TO THE FLAT cuz there just isn't the space.

THEN, back at my flat tired and hungry I get a text from my ex. The notorious one who broke my heart over a year ago. Apparently, just to say hi and that he hopes I'm good. OH FUCK OFF! So now I'm annoyed and can't sleep properly.

So much so that, it's now Tuesday morning and I'm late for work AGAIN. And writing this post on the delayed train to work...kmft.

G.H.E.T.T.O.U.T.

If ANYONE still reads my blog, I should start by saying...I am awfully sorry that I have been so damn lazy. Please forgive me, even though I don't deserve it...love ya!

Now this is short sweet and breezy (kinna).

Named this G.H.E.T.T.O.U.T. after the following Changing Faces track that I've always loved.
This is how I felt finally after all the pain and hurt of my breakup in November 2009.

So leading on from that...a week or so ago I found out that the girl my ex cheated on me with and left me for has dumped his due to all his BMD (tr. Baby Mama Drama). When I was first told I kinna brushed it aside as unimportant.

But I've been thinking about it recently and I feel mildly ecstatic. Yes, I know its a bit of an oxymoron, but hey. That the best description I've got. Plus, I'm kinna talking to someone now, and I'm HAPPY in my life. So that makes it even better.

All of a sudden my heart doesn't shrivel into a prune at the idea of seeing him randomly. Yes, I've gained a few (or more) pounds since we split, and yes I'm not quite a millionaire yet (still working on it though), but I'm HAPPY. Even seeing him couldn't touch that!

So is it bad for me to glory in the fact that they split and at that to my lil' pile of happiness?

NHS Changes: An Open Letter To The Con-Dems

Dear David Cameron,

cc. Nick Clegg

RE: Why don't you just kill us all now and be done with it

Have you realised that just across the pond people are fighting to get just a slice of what we have over here? A National Health Service is what I am talking about. A way to ensure that low income does not mean that being ill and/or injured is a sentence to total financial wipe out or worse, death. Since you have decided to break up the NHS and risk our lives by making changes that have ALREADY been proven to be ineffective; at a time where the country has no money, I was severely tempted to believe that the CON-DEMs loathe, this green and pleasant land, that you have been elected to serve.

Alas, I am way off the mark. What I have recently read has totally convinced me otherwise. No, no, it is apparent to me now that you just want us all to die. No one likes targets, I agree. And scraping targets does initially seem like a fantastic idea to cut red tape and leave the doctors to just do their job, right? But considering that you purport to be proponents of Free Market ideals, I am a touch baffled as to how you can scrap Key Performance Indicators (KPIs) like ambulance response times? I mean, timing how fast ambulances respond to calls seems very reasonable, considering that they are supposed to be fast. Is it not key to their job role? And GP waiting times and waiting times in A&E...two more reasonable requests to been seen speedily I'd have thought.

I mean have you ever waited hours for a GP appointment? Days and days because they can't slot you in? Or just waited for an eternity at the practice hoping to be seen realising you've missed a whole day of work because they are running too slowly? And...oh...no? Well I suppose not, you can afford a private practice and opt out of these kind of shenanigans. Well, have you ever been seriously ill, felt like crap, unable to get a GP appointment, told if its that bad you should go to A&E? Ever been told that what feels like a horrendous illness is not that urgent? Have you ever...sorry, what? No? Again? Well I suppose that also makes sense. After all, what private hospital worth its salt is going to allow you to wait, or turn you away as being no-urgent. Of course you're a valuable urgent patient if your paying, aren't you? I just thought that being attended to by an ambulance when you are quite ill within 20 minutes was a perfectly reasonable expectation.

I just wondered what the rational was behind the CON-DEM reasoning for these changes, after all I'd not like to condemn you all as uncaring and out of touch with the realities of the health service that we face...ooooooh, ok. You want to focus on quality of care. Well that does make sense, I salute you. After all, ensuring that I am not seen within 20 minutes of calling for an ambulance may not kill me if its not life threatening, true, and increasing my stress levels while I still don't know what is wrong with me will greatly increase the quality of care I receive. Ok. So should I just not call for help if I deem it necessary, take an ibuprofen and go back to work? Yep? Got it.

I totally understand. Obviously in a period of austerity the most value for money that I would receive is paying for an NHS that I cannot access due to prohibitively long waiting times. Unless you are dying. In which case, go ahead and try to access your NHS. I mean in that case they really don't have to see you within 4 hours of arriving at A&E all in the interests of promoting quality and patient safety. Obviously having to be seen within 4 hours is far too hasty. Plus if I die waiting, I'm no longer a patient of the NHS. I'm just dead. One less person to put a strain on the service. Fantastic way to deal with patient quality of care and service.

Also, I did think that Nick Clegg cared about the social welfare of this nation though, so I am slightly shocked about this...no? What? He was willing to sell out in exchange for actually being in power (something that has not happened for a Liberal Democrat in living memory)? But that doesn't make sense! Plus he held himself up as a beacon of integrity. Now all he has received is all of the flack and none of the (real) power, I....huh? Oh, ok...he was too stupid to realise that he'd signed his soul over to be condemned forever? Sorry, what? Sure...., I won't tell him, if you don't...

Thank you sooooo much guys for clearing that up for me.

Kind regards,

Adverse Weather Conditions


I have been too busy to blog recently (and I've been lazy, I must confess). But I seem to have some time on my hands because Greenwich Council have not gritted ANYWHERE. I thought I should take some time out of my (sparse) schedule to BITCH.

Errrrr, everyone knew that the snow was coming, right? We were waiting for it for at least a week. Almost disappointment when it didn't come on time. Then the absolute glee when it did because snow=day off work! Yay(!), except snow day was yesterday. WHERE THE HELL IS THE BLOODY GRIT ON THE ROADS? SNOW PLOUGHS, SOMETHING? No? Ok, so why the hell not?!

GREENWICH COUNCIL HAVE NOT EVEN ATTEMPTED TO GRIT ANYWHERE. IT'S A SHAMBLES . I'M SO ANNOYED. WHAT DO PEOPLE PAY BLOODY EXORBITANT COUNCIL TAX FOR?

Sorry that was my Wednesday rant...done now.

(this is the view outside my living room window, brrrrrrrrrr *shivers*)
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