I don't know if there is a God, or whether we are a race exhiled by aliens as Tom Cruise believes in his wacky Scientology idea, but I want to praise whoever has aided me get through this week.

Monday, I had the shakes. I had the shakes bad. This resulted in me feeling as timid as a mouse and as nervous as someone who had been yanked out of bed for no reason. I had a job interview. Or rather THE job interview. It's a great job, very similiar to what I am doing now only more P.A style, there is more money and I am working in an office full of men. I am only pleased about the latter as I have spent 6 years working with women and office environments generally spawn two faced bitchy women.

Tuesday I returned back to work and wished someone had a pile of hand to dump on top of me. I was that busy and as a result one of my colleagues said I was being moody. Hello! Concentrating doesn't necessarily mean I am moody!

Wednesday I was still stressed from work and debating with myself whether to blow up Alakart Piazza for not answering my emails or picking up their phones...for a month

Thursday. Last night I was feeling an inner self accomplishment for getting most of my work done, looking forward to the weekend and realising how lucky I am to be with such a great bloke. Despit the fact that at work a student complained about me -all because I asked her to wait 5 minutes whilst I put her on hold and I had ran to get the phone originally - she then told the accounts manager I have an appalling attitude. What a bitch! If she complains, so be it. I know I did my job and I tried to help her. Hopefully when she attends her workshop today it rains. Ha ha. Anyway, last night I decided I felt really happy and content and then I see a car pull up outside. I peer out whilst trying to wrap the quilt around me to conceal my nakedness and realise that the car that's pulled up is my landlords. I am pleased but also irritated. I called the estate agents two weeks ago to explain that although the security alarm worked in the day, it didn't on the night and I had to email again on Tuesday about it and was just  fobbed off. I also mentioned tuesday the boiler doesn't work. I am glad she's come to sort it out, but not happy because the house is a tip which means I have to tidy it when i get home from work, she's more likely to want to come round Saturday and I am pretty sure we are out most of the day and when we are back we're getting ready for my friends birthday. I'll have to work something out.

Friday. Now. I wish I had a remote to fast forward time so it is home time and I can go and relax!