Its been ages since my last post, been busy at uni and my soul isn't tormented enough for it to be inspired to write a crappy story. Not meaning that life has been bliss over here in the "souf eas'". It's been bloody miserable I tell you. I spent six forlorn weeks in hospital waking up at ungodly hours to get there in time before the first lot are doubly incontinent. What a life. And people do this full time and they claim to love their job?!?!?! All I feel like I have done is fed, drugged, washed and dressed old folks, and in all those times I hardly exchanged any words with them as they were either, deaf, demented or dying.
There was alot of dying going on.
Work in the commie camp has hardly been any bettter. With so called friends not telling you shid until people are come out with fucked up crap like like "Yo Dee! Y'know you mate is shagging that funny looking girl from footwear, is training to be a manager and is betrothed to some chick back home?" cue my clueless face here "You don't?, Well I suppose someone has alot of explaining to do next week....." That night I get home and feverently start texting my so-called friend asking him if he has SEVERAL things to confess to, immediately I get an urgent text back. By this point I'm a stone cold bitch and keep him hanging on while I finish my two litre bottle of mineral water. It transpires half of it aint true or he's just too scared to tell me in case I decide to run him over with a trolley full of last season's sale clothes.
Right now my vision is blurry I may have overdosed on proplus last night and that cappucino I had 15 min ago isn't helping much, my fingers are typing in overdrive but I should really be writing up my skanky assignment due tomorrow I still have 3000 words to write and spent up all last night just doing the appendices!
Total crap, absolutely total crap yo!
6 comments:
Oh, poor you! Old, drugged, and demented people? You just made me wish for a speedy, completely unexpected death while doing something crazy. Probably killing someone like your friend. He would have shagged his last hussy when I'm done with him. You got my sympathies and admiration, Dahab, that is some kinda difficult job you're doing. Best of luck with the paper! I have summoned the angels of skanky papers for you.
LoL!
Dahab! Wlc back and stay off the proplus...
Good luck w/ the paper.
Hahaha! A bit too harsh onn the demented and dying folks Dahab!
Souf eas - Hurray looks like a got a fellow blogger from "These Endz" ;) (if i did interpret that correctly, that is)
The entry made me come over a bit harsh on my profession and those we care for. I didn't mean it that way!!!!!
Aya: LOL girl you are funny! that is exactly how I felt the first time I was on an elderly care ward...
Firefly: Proplus is my best buddy at the mo. I have never written so much albeit nothing to do with my academic work, but thats something easily rectifiable.. i think
Shafi: Contrary to the entry, elderly care is an area I thoroughly enjoy working in. Half hardships they go through would have any of us young people reaching for the morphine drip, they just keep on going. You did interpret the origins of my slang right, but somehow I just can't imagine you talking in a cockney accent. ;)
Dahab, Masha-Allah Thats a good thing indeed. kindness never goes unrewarded, maybe when you are all wrinkly and old, you will receive the same compassion you give to those who so severely need it.
lol No, i do not have a cockney accent, i have one of those distinctive Somenglish accents - you know the one you often hear our elders speak. Its quite appealing to many i hear, especially the xalimos! Cockney hasn't totally reached us here in the remotest places of South East London
So you have the somenglish accent? Nobody ever seems to agree with me on this but I would say that to me, this accent always exudes wisdom, why this is I would not know. The appeal you are talking about? I wouldn't necessarily say so but then again most people don't agree with me on many matters so it could just be me then...
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