18th May - 26th May 2015
So I had the week from hell last week, that lasted right through until Thursday. It wasn't fun. Not at all.
My car broke on Monday evening. I left work and got in it to start, and the engine just ticked over. And over. And over.
Ended up in the green shed waiting for a lift. My dad was convinced it was the key, and convinced it was the key.
So, went home, went back the next day to try the key and see my assessor for college. Key did not work, keys went away to get reprogrammed. He knows a guy from Nissan who could come take a look and that was that.
Still sad over car.
On the bonus, I am getting paid for working Tuesday given that somebody rang in sick and my boss asked if I wanted to work, so I said yes. Of course.
Wednesday was one of the worst days of my week.
Guy arrived, instantly said it was not the key. No, didn't think it was. After many attempts and looking and fiddling, he diagnosed it.
Timing belt stretched. £450+ replacement fee, or new car. Given that my Micra is an 03 reg, isn't in the best condition anyway, new car seemed to be the way to go. But still no car, so... Sad times.
Night was okay, started looking at used cars which was great. Exciting. And then my boyfriend gets the dreaded text we've been expecting for a good few months now.
His dog at home, right across the country, is going to get put down in two weeks after his medication runs out, because he's too ill.
Cue crying. Copious amounts of it.
Thursday I went to work to see off one of my friends. The assistant curator is leaving, she's off down south for a new job. Her perfect job. I remember her finding it. It's sad, she was only a month older than me and we worked together quite a lot during my first placement. Liked my jokes and puns. D:
Our nannas, a group of ladies who come and use our conference room to knit on Wednesdays, put on a buffet for her. Many foods were had.
Thursday evening and my dad decided to be a colossal cock over this car situation. He suggested I lease a car, essentially paying for one on finance. I can't afford that. He didn't accept it. Big argument, ended up going out. Saw some rabbits in the park with the boyfriend. That was nice. Went to bed, really fucking fed up.
Friday. I was asked to go to work to speak to the high ups at the Heritage Lottery Fund who had come to visit us. The meeting went really well, got a nice compliment from the deputy leader of the council who said I was professional and myself, which was hard. Was happy about that.
I left later than expected after doing a few more things for people, went home, fully prepared for a fight in the evening. I had a gorgeous tea of pork ribs, and then returned to the car talk, where my dad agreed to pay finance on a new car for me. Which I couldn't really turn down, so... That's what's happening.
Saturday we had the start of our craft fair weekend... Had a wonderful hog roast, bought a couple of nice things... Bought mead! I don't drink, but it was gorgeous. Good for a swig now and again I think. Left pretty early, considering. It was the quietest day. And then in the evening... Eurovision!
I wanted Serbia to win, but Sweden was my second favourite. So I'm okay with the outcome. We got points, which was amazing. I thought we were very Eurovisionesque, but nobody else did, supposedly.
Sunday was the first day I was not in work. I looked at cars. I picked a car. I'm getting a SEAT Ibiza 1.2 I-TECH model in dark grey. Terrifying, but really exciting! News has come through that I'll pick it up on Friday afternoon. Eeeek.
Monday was the last day of our craft fair, got hold of a wonderfully long woolly cat called Matterhorn, who I love dearly. Also fudge. Tasty fudge.
And I think I'm about up to date... Slowly settling back, tomorrow I'm at the Doctor Who Symphony Spectacular, and I'm excited as buggery.