I'm not a happy bunny today but at least it helps explain why I was so down yesterday morning - PMS on top of stress is a bitch.
Okaaay, now that's out in the open... Loads of my UK flisters (and some not-so-UKers) are descending on London tomorrow for the screening of some new film or other... it doesn't have a proper distributer in the UK I believe but a special screening has been arranged (thanks to the hard-working and awesome tigressunicorn). To everyone that's going to see Ten Inch Hero tomorrow? I hate you all.
Nah, I'm just hideously jealous and I hope you all have a fantastic time and tell me all about it! (without, you know, spoiling the film for me?)
I'm bored now. Plus? I got an email from the HR people at GUL telling me my new staff card was on it's way. WTF? I didn't ask for a staff card, I asked what the hell had happened to my P45... (Non-UKers, the P45 is the certificate one gets from your previous employer when your employment is terminated. You need it to sign on for Job Seekers Allowance and any benefit help with taxes etc.) I swear someone there has forgotten they sacked me. Wonder what would happen if I could scrape together the money to go to work on Monday? (Not going to happen - I don't work there, and if I can barely afford food and essentials then there's no way I can afford the £150 a weekly train ticket costs.)
I think it's time to let the big guns take over - going to a lawyer might be a bit OTT but I guess the DSS (or whatever they're called these days) must have a history of dealing with this kind of thing?
Right. I'm just waffling again. I'm off to try to find a job again...
Enjoy the film tomorrow everyone!
(eta I just glanced around the posters on the wall beside me and there's an NHS Scotland one with a blurred out picture of Joe Public using the computer to look up something. I swear Joe Public looks exactly like Neil Gaiman. I may be losing my mind.)