Not A Good Week.

I haven’t had a good week, folks.

I haven’t had a TERRIBLE one, you understand. It hadn’t been unutterably ghastly, and some nice things have happened as well; it just hasn’t been all that good overall.

To list the Not Good things (in no particular order of importance):

* my That Time Of The Month lasted far longer than usual, keeping me in discomfort and my hormones a wreck for nearly two weeks.

* due to this (and other stuff) I’ve not been as careful with my diet as I should have been, so have gained some weight when I’m supposed to be losing it.
           ...And yes, I know the I-Felt-Shitty-So-I-Ate-Shitty excuse is pathetic, but it’s the only one I have, so I’m going with it…

*two separate groups of people on two separate days took it upon themselves to inform me at an ear-splitting volume how disgusting they thought I looked.

*I found myself comforting a hysterical pregnant girl after her dog was attacked (and thankfully not hurt) by another dog.

* the next section of my college course has turned out to be far more difficult than I had expected, which has caused me to have to reevaluate the date I had been hoping to realistically finish by. Not the end of the world, and I have as much time to complete as I want/need, but I was disappointed nonetheless.

*one of my Aunts, having lost her dog (Paddy: brother to my dog) to bone cancer last year, is having to have the eight month old puppy she was pressured into getting far too soon afterwards and who is now going off his back legs tested for a variety of problems including – guess what? – bone cancer.

*I have a spot on my left cheek – having popped up during That Time Of The Month – which will not go away.

*work has been more ‘UGH’ than usual due to an inspection, which has uncovered all the things that need doing that us Cleaners no longer have time for because The Store decided about a year and a half before that it would be a spiffy idea to reduce the amount of hours we worked and removed one of the morning staff (which is essential) to work in the afternoon instead (which isn’t). This has led to an ear-wigging from The Store’s Big Bosses (who still haven’t quite grasped the idea that having drastically reduced the length of time to clean, some jobs are no longer physically possible and so aren’t done) and a flap and panic from The Store during the week long period they’d been given to ‘improve standards, or else’.

* during choir rehearsal last night, something set my asthma off, and I had a couple of major coughing fits, both of which required the use of my inhaler and the embarrassment of disturbing everyone and then having to leave for a while to recover.
           ...My word, but those stairs creak loudly!

* upon arriving home after the above mentioned choir rehearsal, I saw that I had received a message, and decided to look at it rather than wait until morning. This led to what turned out to be an ill-advised ‘forwarding’ of a message warning about hacking to every contact within Facebook that I had (then, 15). The result was: three people annoyed (one of who, called me a “fucking moron” and promptly de-friended me) and three people gently informing me that actually, the warning message itself was almost certainly an attempt at hacking using the ‘forwarding’ to gain access. I then sent an apology to those who hadn’t contacted me already and went to bed, having been screamed at for being fat and ugly, embarrassing myself in a choir rehearsal, making an idiot of myself on Facebook, and being called a “fucking moron” by an angry American from the LBGT Support page.
           ...Looking back, of all the days this week: Thursday really sucked...

* there is also a (very sore) spot on the right side of my bust, and another on my bum.


And that’s it.

Like I said, nothing really terrible has happened. It’s just been this series of small, annoying, upsetting things one after the other, culminating in my overall mood being classed as ‘Low’.
           Next week will be better, I’m sure. And even if it isn’t, I plan on dealing with it a hell of a lot better than I have done. Because after all; seven days worth of moping is surely enough for anyone.
           It sure as heck is for me.

B.C.B.F.L.B x