Diary of a CyberChondriac

I totally resented going to work today but I really need the money. Bloody captain Kirk makes work a right misery. Told Rex that I can’t take much more and God bless him he offered to take me on as an apprentice and said I could make my wages up by getting a little cleaning job but I had to refuse his kind offer as the travel expenses to and from the salon would almost wipe out my wages.

I did receive an email today from a college offering part time courses and I think I am interested in the dog grooming one. I have always liked dogs and they can’t answer you back. I have took a leap of faith and have paid online for the course. It starts in November. Once I am qualified I will try and rent somewhere and maybe open up my own doggy salon. I am excited about the future.

Dreading tomorrow as have my first root filling appointment. More money that I don’t have.

Manda was home when I got back. Her hair almost looks the same as it was pre bob. It is a nicer colour though. The extensions are very natural looking and her hair looks like Cheryl Cole’s. She has had to keep the fringe but she assures me she will grow it out. She has to have her extensions maintained every six weeks and the London salon have given her the address of this woman in our neck of the woods who does them from home.

I told her about Kirk and about my dog grooming course. She reminded me that I was allergic to dogs that molt and that I would need to drive as I would need to go to the wholesalers.

I had mini panic attack and burst in to tears. Manda went online and found a telephone number. She telephoned and told the person that I have learning difficulties and that I had made a terrible mistake. They reluctantly refunded my money which should go into my account within three days.

I calmed down after that and Manda said if I had finished my anti biotics we could go out.

Got dolled up and went into Manchester with Tracey, Gus and Rex. There was a terrible atmosphere between Rex and Manda at first but once the alcohol had loosened her up, she and Rex embraced and she conceded that the Anna Wintour style bob had been her idea. Rex was so relieved he ordered champagne and said he would maintain her extensions at a discounted price.

Anyway I only had a few drinks as work tomorrow and anti biotics probably still in my bloodstream.

Early night. Dread the bloody memory foam bed. I reckon prisoners must sleep on these types of beds. It is a good punishment.

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