Things have been very tiring lately. It's practically all I can do to stay awake and functioning at my job properly. But then, at the same time, I feel it is my job that is making me feel that way. Why? Well, I was fine til I went back to work. Also, lots of other people at work feel the same way. We are... well... overstaffed in the morning (although we're not really... but comparitively speaking). Compared to the afternoon, we have thousands of people around. There's some training I really want to do next week, but it's in the afternoon, and I've spoken to my supervisor, and she's agreed that I should do this training, but I know HOW shortstaffed we are in the afternoon. If I was away from work one day, I'd feel terrible, because there is literally no staff to cover time off. A feeling that keeps us at work, even if it makes us ill, which makes us iller because we feel obligued to stay. Only one member of staff has had time off, but she's a morning-only staff member, so her work could easily be covered by the "extra" staff members we have. I don't know how my training is going to be covered.... but my supervisor said if necessary, she'd cover it. So be it.

I'm just so glad it's the weekend. Strange as it may be, today, I feel half as tired as I have been all the other days. Maybe it's because I had a lift home. Maybe it's because I didn't have a nap when I got home. Maybe it's the knowledge that tomorrow's Saturday and I don't have to go to work. Goodness knows, but I don't care. I was supposed to be seeing my family this weekend, but it's too much. Plus, the reason for going down there in the first place can be sorted out in a fortnight, when I've scheduled to go down there to a wedding fayre.

Anyway. I watched Phone Booth today. Jonathan downloaded it off the internet and burned it to a DVD. The lip-synch went out half way through, which was annoying, but still just about watchable. It was a very interesting story. I recognised the wife, Kelly (who incidentally shares a name with a friend of mine from primary school... Kelly Shepard... OK, spelling's not the same, but still) from somewhere, but I could not think who it was. Neighbours kept popping into my mind, but I couldn't think who it was, or who it could be. She was in Neighbours.... as Catherine O'Brien, sister of Sarah. I think they were sisters anyway. Sarah was the one who had an affair with Karl Kennedy. Anyway.... yeah.

It's been a while since I had a rambly entry, eh? I know I've somewhat neglected my diary, but somehow, life seems to get in the way of it. Goodness knows what's going to happen when I'm married. When I have kids. Who knows, eh? I was a kid full of teenaged angst when I got most of my readers, I know. Now I'm 21, I've got a full time job, I'm engaged to be married in... well.... scroll down to the end of the entry to see the counter. I co-own a house... Well, it's not in my name, but I regard it as much my house as his... as does he. I'm all grown up. Although I feel like sometimes I'm still a little child. Have I always been this way? Grown up too soon with a little child inside? Always been a serious child. Probably way more mature than all the other kids my age. Now I'm just.... me. I like being me. I don't know now, I'm rambling on, and I don't know what I'm saying. I'll go now... I've got plenty of thinking and sleeping and so on ahead of me. Plenty.