crazy office girl - again !!!

You may remember that I work for a charity - and you may have heard that times are tough in the charity sector, as no one has any money. Well our charity decided to work around this problem by making a round of redundancies. Not to my role for I am far to excellent and vital to the organisation - but to Crazy Office Girl's department and happily to Crazy office gril herself - SCORE !!!

I was happy.

Then it was announced that we had found funding for a new project, this was good news. Then it was announced that they were giving the new project to Crazy office girl - this was bad news.

She is STILL sitting next to me. She is still mental.

On Wednesday my work friend was leaving for a better and more well paid job and I was feeling pretty down about it. I had volunteered help out at a work do in the evening and was hoping it would take my mind off my loss.

I have helped out with this annual event for the last 4 years in a row and at the end of last years event we had decided to do things slightly differently to make things run smoother. However the event organiser forgot all about the proposed changes and when she came over to brief Crazy Office girl (who had also volunteered) she started to give her the wrong information.

Naturally, I stepped in to remind the event organiser of the planned changes so that she could give the correct info to Crazy Office Girl. Who suddenly tuned into Psycho Bitch from Office Hell and went into one because I interrupted her conversation.

The whole office went quiet with bewilderment at her mental behaviour and I now have even more motivation to find myself a another (better) job.

One grandfather is dead. One is dying.
The dead one my maternal grand father was a mean horrible bully. Who traumatised me in my childhood and treated my grandmother terribly. She has Altzheimers now and has been much happier since he died. Withoit him belitteling her and constantly reminding her that her youngest son is dead, she happily potters about the flat talking to his picture in the belief that it is him in the flesh. Although she is happier now that he is gone he was the centre of her world for over 40 years and he will be the last person she forgets.

What was lost is now found

Remember when my house was burgled?

Well, one of the things I was most upset about loosing was the gold necklace my Mum gave me for my 21st birthday. I believed that it was in my vanity case that was stolen along with all my other gold and silver jewelry. I thought that it was gone forever.

But it wasn't it was on the floor between a very old stack of magazines and a cupboard I never open. I was happy, very, very happy.

Earth Girl the good Samaritan

It's 6.30pm and I am sat at my desk, guiding a complete stranger through the streets of London via the telephone.

The poor thing had to drive up from Kent to deliver something to our office and got hoplessly lost trying to get home. She was nearly at the Blackwall tunnel when she got lost in Londons maze of one-way systems and ended updriving miles in completly the wrong direction.

So with the aid of google maps I have been guiding her in the right direction for the last half an hour - luckily for her I had decided to work late!

She's told me she's buying a Sat-nav first thing tomorrow morning.

Happy Birthday to Me

Wow, I should really check the comments more often. I would like to say a BIG THANK YOU to the ladies who commented in my defence.

And I would like to ask Paul O'Neil, Why if my blog is so pointless and boring, did you read so much of it ?
Twat.

Anyway, back to me and my depression. I have an appointment with the psychologist at the end of June to begin 6 weeks of treatment.

I had a very nice birthday last week, which began with a nightmare about a demon child living in the attic, then progressed to lunch at The Ivy (Omid Djalilly was there!) and then watching the England v USA match on the telly accompanied by a vast array of unhealthy snacks.

Life is OK.

crazy office girl-the update

I just foound out that they have decided not to move the desk of te crazy bitch who sits next to me, beacause:
A- we are superficialy getting on.
B- she's hardly ever in the office
C-shes now had a barney with the girl who sits next to the vacant seat they had planned to move her to.

After a slightly inebriated chat to a colegue in the pub, it was revealed that she's fallen out with every female in the office under 40.
She is a psycho.

cock

Today I was told off by my boss.

On friday I recived a rather funny email and without thinking I sent it to the entire office. Many people came up to me during the day to tell me how funny it was and I thought no more about it.

But alas, some-one decided that sending round a picture of David Cameron standing outside a branch of peacocks with the p, e, a & s of the sign out of view, wasn't a good idea.

We rely heavily on government funding and contracts here at the purple charity, and it wouldn't do to go upsetting any one at this delecate time.

I must admit though, that it was a relief to find out that implying that DC is a male chicken, was all that I was in trouble for. I have been doing rather a lot of slacking off lately and spent most of friday surfing the internet...

voting scrum

Trying to exit the tube station on my way home was like a cross between a rugby scrum and a paparazzi frenzy. 'Vote for us', 'Have you voted yet?', 'The Christian party!'. Little did they know, I'd already voted Lib dem'.

Getting the old Earth Girl back

I haven't been around much. In the psychological sense, for quite sometime now. My depression got to the point where my doctor put me on antidepressants.

It's a mild drug at the minimum dose but they are antidepressants none the less. On Wednesday I had my first appointment with a psychologist. This one is a proper PhD Psychologist unlike the quack I saw last time and I think that this time she really will help. I already feel more positive after just the assessment.

I think the gist of her assessment is that much of my problems come from an inability to communicate my feelings and wishes, coupled with negative learnt behaviours and childhood trauma.

It's not that I had an exceptionally horrible childhood, there are millions who had it far worse than me. But I am a sensitive soul and learnt to internalise my distress which has compounded over the years into a big ball of ... I don't know how to describe it, but it's bad it's negative and destructive and it sits at the back of my brain influencing my life.

I hope that I can learn to move past it and move on.

Freebies

Working for a charity the perks and freebies are few and far between. So when a posh hotel invites me to a show around with free booze and canapes, I snap up the invitation as fast as I can. Hence me sitting in the posh bar of a very posh central London hotel siping a very nice white wine after eating my first ever oyster and blogging on the free wifi. C'est la vie!

Now if a handsom, kind, whitty, generous, single, billionaire would swoop in and sweep me off my feet. ...