So, today is the new moon, and it’s a solar eclipse moon. Thus, generally, (75% joke) my lunar madness and bleeding kicks in. It has been bad over the past few days where I have got testy but that is the perils of being a woman and having to put up with something only an xx can.

Anyway, I’ve got 3 issues currently:

I haven’t got paid.
I don’t know what my rota is.
And I’m fretting about New Years’ because I don’t know what my plans are, and I can’t have plans unless I get paid. This is a big deal because I’ve always wanted to celebrate New Years’ traditionally in this place, and I’m in the capital and it’s on my bucket list I’m sure it’ll work out but fml this is an utter travesty because I’d like to know what I’m aiming for. I really really really really wanna do something BIG like I used to plan back in the day with gals (and guys whatevs) but mostly gals’ night. Like proper prinks, glam up, til 5am, singing Mr. Brightside, how many pictures did we take it could be a comic book, I annoy the DJ every 10min to only only only play Destiny’s Child and Beyoncé and I end up AT THE BOOTH to his dismay.

Now, back to my hours. I was given a number by the chick I was working with for the owner. Unfortunately, I’ve had a crazy couple of weeks sorting my S*** OUT and I’ve been chilling that I lost my number. So, I cant ring or text this person to know my hours and I kinda like pre-planned fun (Monica from Friends) so this is crazy. Also, things don’t add up because the chick told me some stuff that doesn’t add up – that is not the issue right now. The issue right now is my hours, role, pay and… my hours.

So, I’ve been through every receipt – can’t find it. What if I am in tomorrow? I SAID I’M AVAILABLE FULL TIME. The whole shanbang. Now, do I just call up the place tomorrow? Seems like the only solution so far.

I’ve also got four interview to prep for, an annoying senior citizen housemate that is getting on my nerves, sorting out the feels for a guy I WASN’T EXPECTING (I thought it was over last night, it isn’t? So I’d like my paper bag over my head please.), a master application and a pre-med school prep to do.

It’s crazy. But like good eustress crazy – I’m just being patient with myself if others can’t. Positive. Just smoothing it that’s all. I think it’ll be a fortnight since I’ve been here. And I’m loving it.

Yeah I’ve had my rants but they’re anonymous, recyclable pent up s*** that I just gotta off load.

Right now, HOURS.

F***. That felt so good.
Done