I can't agree with myself about how I feel at the moment. I should be feeling happy, because I will soon be taking yet another holiday (without Mum, dad or dog). Yet I feel a bit down and depressed tonight. I was almost in tears at work, so I suppose it must be something that was said to me that's making me feel like this.
Oh, yes, I remember now: Ian told me in no uncertain temrs that I'm stupid, without any need to do so. He has been making fun of me all week, saying that I'm an intellectually challenged individual who belongs in that group of idiots that think going on Big Brother is a step up the career ladder.
I have been working with this guy for almost 5 years now, so it just shows how little he really knows me for him to think that. It's just so upsetting to be told something like that almost day in and day out by your work colleagues. No wonder I don't tell people I know about who I am or what I've done in my life.
So let's see: I've been married and divorced to the biggest git in the world, worked at several different levels before taking this job, including a management position which I will not go into detail on at the moment. I also speak fluent German, which has helped me immensly in my working life. If I really was so stupid, I wouldn't have achieved half of what I have in my life. But then, if I had employed a bit more common sense when I was offered this job, I would have left well alone and gone back to one of my previous jobs. I know that, really, I should tell them where to stick their crappy job and quit, but I would suffer a guilt trip about leaving them short staffed. Ah well, I suppose everything will work out some day soon.
On a slightly different note, I have a different problem. I am in love. Not with a horse, but a bloke. I won't say his name for the time being, but I think he is absolutely gorgeous. He's the sort of guy that I could change my current stance on getting married for.
Ok, I'll put a photo of him on my blog at some date, so you can let me know what you think of him.