It's quite a stressfull time at the moment: FIL in hospital ~ not looking too good. Purchasing my flat with Man which involves solicitors, legal shit, making wills and a whole lot of honesty. Son's holiday plans fell through which just brings a whole lot of teen angst into the mix. And tomorrow I need to get another job! ~ I will not work in a place that doesn't allow laughter. Emails and texts me on my days off with stupid protestations about me putting a sign up on the bar. And insists on having a bell instead of a maraca! Sorry it's a rant but why can't you combine work with fun? ETA ~ that's why when I read the email from work tonight a load of Klingon expletives came out.