Rose was less than thrilled to find that the Doctor had "accidentally" glued his hand to her bum.

I deleted my poetry post. No one deserves to be tortured like that! But honestly, I just did it last night, out of sheer lack of anything better else to do....and regretted it the next day--I've no clue why I did it in the first place, as I really am not that crazy about writing poetry, anyhow. It was always just something I did merely to pass the time, or as a class assignment--not really that into it.

So, first day on the job. They were supposed to start me out, as a newbie, on surveys. Nope. They're starting me tommorrow on the #1 hardest thing there is: re-selling club memberships--at a minimum rate of 2 per hour-- to people who've already cancelled--usually because they're totally pissed off and unhappy with the club, and oh what a joy that's going to be...and it comes complete with a big multi-page script to read from as well. Oh boy! Ah, I like a challenge anyhow. Gives me a chance to show what I really can do, right off the bat, no messing about.

I got out of training at 3 on the dot--and all but ran over to the bus station a couple of blocks away...thank goodness the northbound was running 20 minutes late! Hoo-ray! I didn't have to wait till 9!

I got home a little after 4, and made a nice supper--Italian balsamic pork stew with string beans, served over pasta tossed with garlic and olive oil. Not half bad, actually. And I've enough left over to take for lunch, tommorrow.

That's going to be my main headache--eating. I'm definately going to have to re-train my stomach. I'm going to have very long gaps between meals--not real good for a borderline diabetic like myself--but, no choice. Have to live with it. I will be having breakfast betweein 5 and 6am, lunch anywhere between noon and one, and dinner: anybody's guess. Likely, if I get to eat dinner at all, it will be between 10 and 11 at night--unless I can afford to take two sandwiches and drinks a day--and at this point, that's a bit of a no go. And, since I won't be having any income whatsoever for the next two weeks, I cannot afford to eat out--not even a dollar and a half for a hot dog or chips in the building's caf. Sometimes I get faint or have the shakes when I am not able to eat for long periods...but nothing to do, so...whatever. That's life, ey?

Yeah. No income at all until November third--and, I just got a notice about a fine from New York state--325 dollars! I had to send it out tonight, or the consequences of not sending it--well, wouldn't be at all pleasant. Still have one more outstanding fine, but not as bad, as far as I know. (I had to drive without insurance on my car for about a month...not a good thing in NY, as it's definately illegal--but, as I'd lost time at work due to an injury, I simply didn't have the funds to pay the premium.)

And, I just paid for my commuter bus tickets--five days for 26 dollars. Which leaves me, after these two expenses, with a grand total of (drum roll): 23 dollars (roughly 11 pounds) to take me through the next two weeks--and, as I will need kitty litter, cat food, milk and other little neccessities, this could get interesting. I think I can borrow 25 dollars from a friend in Warrensburg, that'll pay for next week's commuter pass. I'll have to do laundry in the bathtub for a while--which should be interesting, as there's really no place to hang wet stuff here--the bath's so tiny, you can't hardly even stand up in it! It's basically nothing but a glorifed closet. Gives a new meaning to W.C., let me tell you!

I did find out, that my hours will be cut after the New Year...down to five hours--and then only from 5 to 10 at night--so I will have to find yet another job after the first of the year, as the last bus is at nine, and I don't fancy hanging out downtown on a park bench all night in sub-zero temps! Even I have my limits. As it stands, if my figuring is right--this job alone, by itself, will bring me roughly 1100 dollars a month--maybe...eventually. My bare bones expenses: rent, electric, phone/internet, 40 dollars a week for food/pet food/personal care & household neccessities...plus, 26 dollars a week for bus fare--will be a little over 1050 dollars--just a smidgen over 500 pounds per month. It's going to be hard, finding a part-time job for only 2 or 3 hours a night--but, we'll see. There's always the library, most nights, that I can hang out in, if I dont want to be stuck on a hard bus station bench for hours on end...with dubious company, at times.

I'm trying to stay positive and upbeat--if nothing else for my friend's sake, as they've put so much faith in me--I owe it to them to try to put some back into myself--but still, I do get rather weary of living, some days, if I think too much about it--so, I try real, real, hard to..well, not ignore things, certainly, but to...just bow my head and keep plowing through the horse pucky of life.

Some verses from the song: Working Class Hero

As soon as you’re born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you’re clever and they despise a fool
Till you’re so fucking crazy you can’t follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be

When they’ve tortured and scared you for twenty-odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can’t really function you’re so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be