Mad English girl Down Under

Due to Sean's new job and the train deciding to go on strike conveniently the same week he started, sigh (he's gone from working at home for the last 6 years to suddenly having to drive 90 minutes each way or 60 minutes plus on the train) he very kindly dropped me off on Friday, unlike him I love the train, it's full of feral weirdos and I just love it. The things I've seen - well I need to blog about it. I will one day. Anyway I'm digressing. On the way up to work I was thinking about what my acupuncturist said - yes get me, my acupuncturist - I'm seeing her for stress and my sleeping, or rather lack of sleeping, it's not helping, what it is however doing is giving me the most vivid dreams, when I saw her last week - in which I may have turned up an hour early for the appointment, I mean why check your emails AND txt that says you're booked in at 9 when in your head you're going at 8 because you're meeting a friend at 10!! She was shocked and...

 To carry on from the last post, where I vowed to never interview again.... looks like that was just a wishful dream. The person we interviewed first, the one that answered impeccability, who on her first day turned up looking like Wozel Gummidge, the one who was able to get online, get a swipe card, access all online training and get a login for the medical records.... I hastened to add that in my history of working this has NEVER happened, she let me know on day 2 that "I don't think I can work here" I cocked my head to the side like a dog and pondered over that statement for a second maybe 2 and then "you what" "oh yes, I just don't think I can work full time at my other job and here at the weekend" Oh you think do you. "Did you not think to have a conversation with me prior to starting and during all the time we've been communicating??? "No i just thought I could do it, but I can work this weekend if you like" oh conveniently...