So I'm pretty sure I'm going to get fired, if that happens I won't have anywhere to live and me and my dog Oliver will have to go home to Lompoc where I haven't lived in over 10 years. Needless to say, I wish I had a different life right now.
I'm currently drinking a Strongbow, watching bad tv. I can't even watch football. It makes me sad. Don't ask why...I don't know.
What are my choices in regards to a career? I'm feeling a little like Bridget Jones except she quit and was at least having hot sex with Hugh Grant. I am 33 going on 34, I am, as I said, most likely going to be fired and I am NOT having sex with anyone, least of all Hugh Grant like guys.
My sister thinks I should talk to my boss but I think, at this point, it's almost useless. It seems like her mind is already made up. The other night I had such a terrible dream where I was going to get fired and she was so 'hateful' about it and I just wanted to talk to her but she wouldn't even speak to me. I actually woke up relieved it was only a dream but now that I think about it...it currently represents my life at work.
I don't take my dreams lightly. Let me just say that I have bizarre dreams. I do. It's a known fact but I had a dream that predicted Man Utd winning the Champions Leaugue. Down to Giggs, wrapped in the Welsh flag, holding a trophy with red ribbons around it. It was eery and my Chelsea friend hated me but it's true. Regardless, I have to sort of trust my dreams right?
So I wonder if that means my sex dream of Kevin Davies will come true!!!! PRETTY PLEASE!!!
Cheers,
Steph
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