Ooh, OCD says “yes” with the 1 month, 1 week & 1 day till I’m back home with Bear!

First day in my new job went fairly well all considered. The best bit was getting to go home at 3:30pm but being paid till 5pm. Can’t complain! So yeah, I’m quite happy with it all at the moment, but no doubt it won’t last – either way, since it’s only for five weeks.

My mother tells me she’s,

“Tried to call eight times now & will try again later”

Now, surely she noted the eight right? Surely I’m not the only one who thinks that is ever so slightly erm…freakzone?

This is what she does. She’ll call my mobile & if she doesn’t get an answer, she’ll call the house, then my mobile, then the house, then my mobile, mobile, mobile, mobile.

During my last therapy session, August of last year, I was somewhat delighted to have her try to contact me, just so I could show my therapist exactly what I have to deal with.

Thirty missed calls & that was on my cell alone.

It’s fucking rich to have her hounding me on the phone whilst she’s sat sunning her ass. Never mind that I was up at 6am this morning to go work. So yeah, she may well have phoned me 8 times but I was working & actually, I only recieved two notifications that she had phoned.

Besides, surely if you’re psycho-phoning someone, you’d at least have the ability to leave a fucking voicemail?? Something she evidently doesn’t think is necessary.

Ah, how I read her little black book of notes about me & my attitude & my

“Wasn’t wearing any make-up & looked drab.”

What, because I don’t dye my hair blond & put makeup on with a trowel?

So not only does she think those things about her own daughter, says those things out right to her face but she also writes it all down. I must really have looked like shit that day I tell you.

Anyway, moan over.

I’m tired, my feet are sore & I have to be up at 6 in the morning so it’s off to bed with me.