Opps….. Although I manage to read other peoples blogs every day I never seem to write on my own.
Teachers were right when they used to write, must try harder on my reports.
Bugger

I’m sitting in my parents living room. In the house that has technically been home for me for 17 years.
However this could be the last time. I leave tommorrow morning to head back up north to my house up there and my parent house, my home, goes on the market this week.
I think i could cope with it if they were just downsizing and staying within the same town. But they arent. THey are properly moving away. Which means that everytime i go and see my parents now i wont be going home. I will be going to some strange town, visiting a strange house and sleeping in a strange room that is not my childhood bedroom.
I’m trying not to mad and upset. It’s their life, they want to retire so need to downsize to release money. I can accept that. It’s not like i come home often. 2 or 3 times a year at most.
But where will home be now?
I know i sound crazy and mental when i say that their new house wont be home and that my house up north isn’t home either because i have no memories there and no plans to make it permanent.
I feel a little weird about it.

Wow, its been a while. Quite a long while!

So the last few months in a nut shell.

I applied for promotion at work – didnt get it.

I asked for a permanent position at work – didnt get it.

I applied for another job – got it and turned it down.

I applied to go back to university to do something that had been my dream for ages – got it and went.

Ironically on my last day at work i was offered a permanent position and a promotion. Go figure!! 

Going back to university has also meant moving so about a month ago i left Manchester and moved elsewhere.

So once i finally get internet at home I will be procrastinating more. Hears to another year of being a student!!

For the first time in my entire life it is pay day tomorrow and I still have money left from last month. How the hell did this happen? Clearly I did not buy enough shoes this month. This situation must be sorted at once.

This never normally happens, usually during the last week of the month I have to borrow/beg/steal (which ever is easier!) from the bank of the boy.

But this month I didnt have to do that. I actually managed to transfer money into my savings account for the first time like ever!

I am grown up.

All weekend I was ill much to the boys annoyance. I don’t do ill quietly unless I loose my voice (which did happen at one point this weekend) and I like everyone to pamper to my every need. I hate being ill and I hate having to take time off work for being ill because I hate it when other people ring in sick and I have to cover them.

However yesterday I got sent home from work after about an hour. Apparantly coughing and sneezing in the office is not allowed. Although it could have been the fact that I was lying passed out on my desk that made my boss send me home. Who knows?!! And today I am still having problems breathing normally which is annoying me more than I ever thought possible.
However I am bored. I dont do ill. I cant leave my house in case someone from work sees me. (small chance I know but still knowing my luck) I cant move around my house because my housmate is sleeping off his night shifts.

So already today I have booked a mini holiday, sorted out my finances (I made a snazzy spreadsheet, seriously someone come save me), cleared out my itunes of duplicated songs and cleared out my computer. And its only 10am. I am bored. So bored.

I lost three and a half pounds this week. I am excited. I did a victory dance in the middle of the gym. Lets see if i can keep this up. I have a session with my personal trainer tonight and I always walk away in pain after. I am not looking forward to it today because I already feel like death.
But still 3 and a half pounds, woooo!!!!!!!!

The boy and me have been having discussions recently as to whether Manchester is the place we want to live. There are many reasons for this discussion.

1. The boys job is nowhere near Manchester and his job pays more than mine. Quite a bit more.
2. It cost quite alot more to live in a nice part of Manchester than it costs to live in a nice part of whatever town it is we choose to go.
3. The boy doesn’t like big cities. I don’t really mind as long as its bigger than my home town and there is more than 1 shoe shop.

I could go on and on. I have lived in Manchester for 9 months now and we have had 2 nights out and maybe been into the city centre less than 20 times.

But the main reason for me wanting to move is this;

I miss my friends. I miss them so much. I only get to see them about once a month and everytime I have to leave I feel like crying. This weekend I spent the whole weekend with them and I havent felt that happy in ages. At present I only have one friend in Manchester. I have lived here 9 months and I have one friend here. How sad is that?! And its not a new friend, its the girl I lived with in my final year of university.

So there really is nothing much keeping me in Manchester.

Watch this space.

I took today off work to catch up on some sleep and to make the weekend alot longer. Thats the one advantage of working where I do. For half an hour extra work each day I get an extra days holiday every month.

Today and the last time I did this I have unfortunately managed to clash these days with the days work is being done in my house. Last time I was trying to sleep at 9am when the carpet guy came in and was hammering outside my room. This time we are having a new bathroom put in. (lucky me!!)

So rather than stay in bed all day I decided to clean the house. So there I am music on quite loud in the kitchen washing up singing along really loudly. This alone is bad enough because I cant sing. At all. Not one note. Secondly it was bad becasue it was Celine Dion and I was really quite getting into it. Thirdly and most importantly I turned around after finishing to find both the fit plumbers laughing at me.

I am now hiding in my room in complete darkness.

Wow. I cant believe its been 5 months since I wrote on here. Wow.

I kept thinking to myself must write on blog but I honestly only thought it had only been a month.

So the last 5 months in a nut shell:

• I got a pay rise at work (wooo!!!) which put me over the paying back student loan threshold so now I am actually worse off every month. (not so good!)
• I got my contract extended at work so I wont be unemployed next week. (that 5 months went quick)
• I figured out what I want to do with my life career wise and I am working on a plan at the moment.
• I joined a gym again and got a personal trainer. I am going to be skinny. I am, I am damn it.

But thats about it. Nothing much exciting happens over here in the world of sam. I spend my week at work and going to the gym and all weekend with the boy. I am in a constant state of being poor and wishing I was living anywhere else but England. If someone could just talk the boy into moving to Australia for a year with me life would be great.

God I suck.

I hadn’t realised until I logged in just now how long it had been since I wrote on here. Honestly I hadn’t realised.

One of the reasons I haven’t blogged in so long was because I had nothing positive to write apart and Iwas fully aware that all I ever seem to do on here is moan. I don’t want my blog to be about that. So from now on I’m going to try and be more positive. I honestly feel I can achieve this because I’m in a much better place.

So since I last spoke to you guys I have changed jobs. (woo and indeed hooray I hear you cry) And no I’m not telling you where I work, its quite a respectable job apparently and even my mum was proud of me when I got.

The new job thing has made me infinitely happier because I no longer have the urge to punch my boss. Plus I don’t work crazy hours anymore and I get every weekend off to do as I please.

Lets see if I manage to write a post tomorrow night as well. One that is alot more interesting than this one perhaps!