For the first time in a long time, I actually feel like I have done something productive with my day. Granted not all day, baby steps and all that, but for the whole of the afternoon I have been working on my website. I forgot how it feels to be proud of myself for working hard and being able to get creative. The only creativity in my life since graduating has been the constant re-designing of my CV. And since I have been happy with that since November I have been feeling rather unchallenged in my creative life. There were the few design tasks I was set by my dad for the step mothers bag shop but because she knows more about design than me (with her 2 O-Levels and years in Tesco) my designs are no longer used... rather just snippets of my designs with her own tacky Brush Script text alongside. If there are 2 fonts that I hate more than anything it is Brush Script and Comic Sans so to see one of them tarnishing my work was like a knife to the heart!!! I'm not her biggest fan but as my inheritance is on the line I did the best designing I could for her shop and she just turned her nose up at it. How rude!
The brother hasn't been around much since he started his job a couple of weeks ago. Only really comes home to shower. But after years of torture and bladder training I can now sit back and laugh while he showers for an hour and the step sister shouts at him to get out. I can hear her shouting now, asking him to hurry up... unlucky though, I heard him go in only 10 minutes ago, she has a long wait ahead of her. Its always best at weekends. Being a teenager she likes to stay in bed until daylight has pretty much given up for the day. I can sympathise. Quite often I wake up feeling like someone has put me on a drip for the night to fill my bladder to bursting point. But at the same time, she should learn her lesson. First steps up the brother for his shower. About an hour later he emerges from the steam filled room. But too slow, because in I dash. Probably dashing because I've been pretty desperate to get in there with my, by now, overflowing bladder. And, although my showers don't take quite so long, I don't like to hurry myself on a weekend. So thats at least another half an hour of waiting. But has she ever learnt her lesson yet? No. Its always best when she starts shouting. Personally, I slow down at this point. Not because I'm cruel. I just appreciate 'please' more than 'f**k'.
I sound quite nasty today. I'm not. I just really don't get on with the step family. And a rant is surely healthier than giving them dirty looks when I see them about the house. I don't really have much to report today to make me sound nice again. I feel my bladder may hav shrunk to the size of a pea. Doesn't help that I've drank 2 litres of orange squash but the amount of yo-yoing I have done up and down to the bathroom is easily enough to make up for not exercising today. Quite odd really, most productive day I have had in ages but I can think of nothing to report but designing and bathrooms. Oh well, its my favourite day tomorrow... Job Centre Day!!! Woop Woop!!!
Jobs Applied For_ 1
Tears_ 0
Trips to the Bathroom_ 154,215,165 (approximately)
