I am beyond super busy. Done so much this year.
In other news, I'm moving out. As of this moment.
Hench the busyness.
I'm
in the middle of my two weeks leave. It could not have come sooner,
even though I love this job, I could feel myself slowing down and
getting tired. I had the first part of last week to just chill and got
given the keys on the Friday (30th.) Me and the most amazing man in the world will soon have all our
stuff in there.
I'm trying to do Nanowrimo.
Note the word 'trying'
It's hard to write when your moving.
To
slightly contradict myself, I did work today (Monday) and got a shift
tomorrow (Tuesday) because I'm supporting someone to do a course at college.
As their key worker - although how can I be a key worker when I'm the only
supporter they have on a regualar basis- I'm responsible for ensuring this persons
Support.
I have no underlings.
I want my own staff.
I totaled up everything that I wrote and its come to 120,000 words. Thats a full novel.
There is just one problem.
Those words are not all in the same piece of work.
Fuck.
Some dickward swiped my car as he drove past and took off the wing mirror.
Not what I need when I use my car for work.
All I want to do is find a tight little corner. Take my laptop, its charger and a usb cable and just write.
Also pay rise. For some of my work. I have a second (or second and half role) where I will get £9 an hour.
Fucking yay!
Need that.
Not sure what else to write.
This seems to be the best way to put on paper how my brain works.
Just jumping from one thing to
SQUARRAL
