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May. 11th, 2006 12:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lolabobsI'm getting really antsy about this whole family weekend thing that I have coming up.
It's my aunts 50th, so there's a gathering. I tend only to see that part of the family once a year, so feel guilty about begrudging the whole thing, but it's just...
We are sharing a holiday flat - My parents, my bro, my nephew and me. I will have to sleep on the sofa, meaning I can't go to bed till everyone else does and have to rise with the earliest. no privacy. NO PRIVACY, for 3 days! i start climbing the walls after a few hours without respite. I should make adjustments and allowances I know that.
I'm sure the weekend itself will be bearable. I just hate all the obligatory updates, and they ask all the same questions, when you know all they want to know it "are you courtin' yet", added to the pitying responses you get when you say no. Argh.
Add to this my brother - who last year persuaded me to loan my car to him, including me adjusting insurance etc with promise of paying all expenses - he never paid. This year he just assumed i'd do the same. I'm a mug so felt compelled to agree... now, after I have paid for insurance again, announces ( to my mother, not directly to me, that would be to courteous) that he doesn't know if he wants to use my car seeing as it only has a small engine. Argh.
All this is petty family grumbles that no one needs to see, so I will cut this, but it just makes me so irritable. Especially because it's around something i don't wanna do anyway.
Anyway. I bought a kettle today - because G and I are too anti social to go into the staff area and loiter for the huge boiler thing to, erm, boil every time we want a drink. This is probably quite shameful, but whilst I am perfectly capable of having chirpy small talk with people I dislike, I choose to avoid it where possible. (We do like a great many people with whom I work, just not th ones with whom we share(d) a kettle!)
I am filling in my passport application in stages. I have become more and more travel phobic over the last couple of years. My passport has expired and I need to renew it - but have found it a quite impossible process. I have to do it in stages, then when I feel too sick, leave it to come back to another day! This is quite sad really. At the moment tho, I can say no to holiday suggestions because 'I don't have a passport' - there's no shame or room for persuasion. No matter how much I am nagged or guilted, I can't go. the minute I get it renewed it comes down to me and my travel phobia getting in the way, people judging and me feeling compelled. I don't want to go on holiday by mistake...
ooh, compliment - we have to get all our court reports 'gate kept' - to double check for errors and make sure not discriminatory etc. A colleague 'marked' mine today, expressed pleasure that I'd taught him a new word (truncated!?) and said that he'd 'been told you wrote good reports, so I'd been looking forward to reading one' :-)
enuff.
It's my aunts 50th, so there's a gathering. I tend only to see that part of the family once a year, so feel guilty about begrudging the whole thing, but it's just...
We are sharing a holiday flat - My parents, my bro, my nephew and me. I will have to sleep on the sofa, meaning I can't go to bed till everyone else does and have to rise with the earliest. no privacy. NO PRIVACY, for 3 days! i start climbing the walls after a few hours without respite. I should make adjustments and allowances I know that.
I'm sure the weekend itself will be bearable. I just hate all the obligatory updates, and they ask all the same questions, when you know all they want to know it "are you courtin' yet", added to the pitying responses you get when you say no. Argh.
Add to this my brother - who last year persuaded me to loan my car to him, including me adjusting insurance etc with promise of paying all expenses - he never paid. This year he just assumed i'd do the same. I'm a mug so felt compelled to agree... now, after I have paid for insurance again, announces ( to my mother, not directly to me, that would be to courteous) that he doesn't know if he wants to use my car seeing as it only has a small engine. Argh.
All this is petty family grumbles that no one needs to see, so I will cut this, but it just makes me so irritable. Especially because it's around something i don't wanna do anyway.
Anyway. I bought a kettle today - because G and I are too anti social to go into the staff area and loiter for the huge boiler thing to, erm, boil every time we want a drink. This is probably quite shameful, but whilst I am perfectly capable of having chirpy small talk with people I dislike, I choose to avoid it where possible. (We do like a great many people with whom I work, just not th ones with whom we share(d) a kettle!)
I am filling in my passport application in stages. I have become more and more travel phobic over the last couple of years. My passport has expired and I need to renew it - but have found it a quite impossible process. I have to do it in stages, then when I feel too sick, leave it to come back to another day! This is quite sad really. At the moment tho, I can say no to holiday suggestions because 'I don't have a passport' - there's no shame or room for persuasion. No matter how much I am nagged or guilted, I can't go. the minute I get it renewed it comes down to me and my travel phobia getting in the way, people judging and me feeling compelled. I don't want to go on holiday by mistake...
ooh, compliment - we have to get all our court reports 'gate kept' - to double check for errors and make sure not discriminatory etc. A colleague 'marked' mine today, expressed pleasure that I'd taught him a new word (truncated!?) and said that he'd 'been told you wrote good reports, so I'd been looking forward to reading one' :-)
enuff.
