I'm at my parents. Arrived on one of the last flights before they decided to shut down Europe's second largest airport because of the weather.
I wasn't very happy about my flight being delayed about 1.5 hours when I had a friend drop me off at 2:30am, because waiting for 5:30 at the airport wouldn't be as bad as getting up at 3:30 to go there, anyway.
Aside from the usual craziness, my family is grumpy that I leave again very early on the 25th even though I've told them about that before I even booked my flights. But that's just how my family works.
I'm quite happy with only four days here. I love my family very much. I just can't stand all of them for very long. I *like* living on my own.
Seeing how I have to work the night shifts on the 26th and 27th and promised M and F to help them (day shift on the 25th and night shift on the 25th respectively) I don't see much relaxation in the next few days.
And I could need some. I'm going slowly mad here (well, mad-er). I'm fed up with my job, I want to work in the UK next, but I've not yet made any more concrete plans. And that's not good for my 'need to plan everything carefully' mind.
Also, I want to apply in London. Question is, do I go for the 'completely unattainable and no-way I'll get it' job, or the 'chances are still slim, but it might just work' job? Just to make it clear, the point is not to get a job as a vet in the UK, that, I'm pretty sure, even I can manage. The question is, do I make the my falling down on my face as spectacular as possible before settling for something passable or do I only stretch a bit and see if I can reach?
Applying for both is not really an option, getting even two references will be a bit of a problem, thanks to Prof. Blub's insanity.
And since this is going round and 'round and 'round in my brain while I'm in a babbling mood anyway, you get an entry that even I am not quite sure what it's about.See http://ridicully.dreamwidth.org/246566.html to comment.