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Telling Tales
Nov. 21st, 2006 08:29 pmHooray for me - I just spent pretty much the entire day in bed. And I'm still feeling terribly dragged out, which is the most annoying part. Okay, I'm sure it didn't help that my sleep has been a series of naps rather than an actual proper good night's sleep, but seriously...
I emailed Michael on Monday morning asking what the hell was going on with my pay from the old job - basically, I would kind of like to know if I'm getting paid on Thursday, seeing as it's going to be very hard to manage things like contribution to the household finances and Christmas shopping and everything else if I'm not. Has he responded yet? Has he bollocks. Even an email saying "I don't know yet but we're working on it" would make me feel better. I know he's probably busy and everything and that the charity that actually pays the bills is probably being a pain about it or something, but it's still frustrating and stress I don't need. Me being me, I'm considering all possible horror stories on this vein, mostly involving having to take a charity to court for the pay they promised. At least my mother knows lawyers.
Speaking of that, I haven't exactly let her know what's going on yet. I know she's just going to ask me why the hell I didn't tell her sooner, but I'm still waiting on it for at least a little while longer for a couple of reasons. First and foremost, I'm really not in the mental place where I want to have to explain the situation to my mother - it may not be my fault, but this kind of thing is still not easy. Secondly, I know she's going to offer to help. This is a good thing, but it also means that I need to know more about the situation before I know whether I need her help at all and if so, what that would entail. Which I'm sure I'll find out on Thursday, when I find out whether the old job has decided to just stick with paying me monthly until my redundancy officially kicks in. That would be the sensible option, you know...
Anyway. Bridges to burn when I come to them. All today's reminder of how sick I actually am has meant is that I had to reschedule today's agency interview - the lady at the agency was very nice and arranged it for the same time tomorrow. At least something's going right.
I emailed Michael on Monday morning asking what the hell was going on with my pay from the old job - basically, I would kind of like to know if I'm getting paid on Thursday, seeing as it's going to be very hard to manage things like contribution to the household finances and Christmas shopping and everything else if I'm not. Has he responded yet? Has he bollocks. Even an email saying "I don't know yet but we're working on it" would make me feel better. I know he's probably busy and everything and that the charity that actually pays the bills is probably being a pain about it or something, but it's still frustrating and stress I don't need. Me being me, I'm considering all possible horror stories on this vein, mostly involving having to take a charity to court for the pay they promised. At least my mother knows lawyers.
Speaking of that, I haven't exactly let her know what's going on yet. I know she's just going to ask me why the hell I didn't tell her sooner, but I'm still waiting on it for at least a little while longer for a couple of reasons. First and foremost, I'm really not in the mental place where I want to have to explain the situation to my mother - it may not be my fault, but this kind of thing is still not easy. Secondly, I know she's going to offer to help. This is a good thing, but it also means that I need to know more about the situation before I know whether I need her help at all and if so, what that would entail. Which I'm sure I'll find out on Thursday, when I find out whether the old job has decided to just stick with paying me monthly until my redundancy officially kicks in. That would be the sensible option, you know...
Anyway. Bridges to burn when I come to them. All today's reminder of how sick I actually am has meant is that I had to reschedule today's agency interview - the lady at the agency was very nice and arranged it for the same time tomorrow. At least something's going right.