The Unicorn; Why It Always Has A Headache

Henry titled tonights blogg. I don't at any point answer that question in my blogg.

Subtitled by Katie-Jane;
"Don't save me, don't save me because I don't care" Saviour, 30Seconds to Mars

Had a busy day today. I rang the student loans people to ask why my parents haven’t had their P60’s back, only to be told that was my local education authority’s job. At least SLC were really helpful and gave me Lancashire’s LEA number. Apparently there’s a 4-6 week backlog of papers and stuff so my parents can stop worrying.
Then I filled out the forms for my student account with the NatWest, and spent most of the day trying to find the letter from UCAS offering me my unconditional offer. In the end I gave up and sent the offer letter from Lancaster which is apparently just as good.
I also changed my tariff on Orange so I get 300 free texts whenever I top up by £10, which saves me changing to O2 to get the same deal. Means my Dad can’t moan that I won’t be one of his “magic numbers” anymore. He didn’t seem to understand that that doesn’t benefit me at all, but changing networks would. Anyway I have been saved a lot of trouble by the wonderful Katie-Jane who discovered Orange do the same deal.

Christine and Joanne came up today. We watched Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire and picked the odd fault with it. We had plenty to catch up on and walked to Tesco so I could post my mail and we could get some fresh air. Joanne made friends with a random cat who seemed determined to come home with us a one point.
What was sad for me is watching Christine. She suffers from some illness with the word palsy in its name. it affects her nerves and muscles so they contract and kinda freak out causing her to twitch and her body to contort. She wasn’t supposed to develop it until her 40’s but a fall whilst at uni has brought it on. It’s awful watching someone you care for so much in that kind of pain and be so frustrated because when she’s in a spasm there’s nothing you can do. It’s hard to ignore but I’ve found it best to check if she needs anything or I can do anything then carry on as if she’s fine, which she seems to appreciate. My mum hadn’t until today witnessed it, so found it a little upsetting. It’s even worse because she’s had so much pain in her life; she was born with twisted hips/feey, and bullied into terrible depression when she moved away from where I live. And even her bloody girlfriend is a childish little cow. Well I just don’t think she good enough for my Christine but you know, I may be biased there…

Tomorrow is going to be interesting I think. My manager has got me on for only one day next week. Queue fireworks on my part when I found out, and lots of tears. Never mind one day doesn’t even cover my contracted hours but its just bloody ridiculous. I’ve spoken to my co-worker who’s in tomorrow and we have numerous plans of attack. One is he will drop some of his hours so I can take them, and if worst comes to worst we speak to the Union women as my contract won’t be met. You’d think my manager would be glad to have a hard working employee who WANTS to work. I know he’s being pressured as all the departments are to cut down hours but one day a week? Get serious mate!