27/11/2010

For some reason this song* –¬†and video* – makes me really happy. And I want one of those boys ūüėõ

* Is it me or is it really similar to Train’s?

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24/11/2010

What is it they say about mixing business and pleasure?

My mum is almost done sorting ¬†the paperwork¬† but last week she called to ask me to get some documents from her and my dad’s house and give it to her friend from work – who had the remaining half of these documents – who would then send¬†them to her. I did as instructed. Found the documents, put them in an envelope and labelled them, then since I didn’t know where her friend lived – I also didn’t have any money to go anywhere that day – I called her to ask if she would come to where I live and pick them up. She said she was at work, but that I should send them by post, she would get them the next day anyway. Right, I hanged up and as I was preparing to leave for the post office my mum called. She said since I’m giving the documents to her friend I might as well also give her some money to send the documents with because she didn’t want to give the impression that we were just using her when really I could go and get the rest of the documents myself and send them. Fair enough, but I told her the only money left in my account was the money I was saving for food. She assured me that it’s OK to use it because she would send me some to spend anyway. Great. And off I went.

I sent the documents, deposited the money in mum’s friend account (FedEx rates are disgusting) and sent her a text to say it was all done. She didn’t reply for a week. In fact, since we started communicating and essentially since I was introduced¬†to her on the phone by my mum she sent me only three texts. One to say yes it was OK for her to have the documents, two to ask me which documents were they exactly because her house was in a mess so she needed to know which ones to find them quickly, three to give me her account details. Now I do understand that she was doing us a favour, but my mum says she’s her best friend from work. Meaning, favour or not she would go out of her way to do this for her good friend, no? So why was she acting like I needed to do everything and she needed to be spoon fed every little detail about the favour? She came off to me as the kind of person who says they’re your very good friend but uses it to manipulate you, since after all you can’t do anything because she’s your very good friend. Am I making sense?

A week later my mum sends me email to thank me and say the documents have arrived, and that I should also thank her ¬†friend. But why didn’t the friend send me a text to say she’s sent them? Attached with the email was a copy of the FedEx receipt. I looked at it and saw that the she spent less money than I had calculated. Seeing that at exactly that time I had ¬£0.37 in my account and was not feeling well after catching a cold I decided to give her a text to ask if she could put the¬†remaining amount¬†in my account. I was desperate, there was no food in the house, I was ill and my mum’s transactions to my account would take a¬†day or two¬†at best – that is if she got the time to get off her busy schedule at all. So I sent mum’s friend a text, said thanks and asked very nicely about the rest of the money. She didn’t reply. Three days later I sent another text. No reply. Another two days, text from me, nothing from her. At this point I’m feeling awfully ill. I wait a further three days. Nothing. A week, I’m literally starving and livid, I decided to send her a text every single day until she does something about the money. I do this for four days. No reply, then on the fifth day she sends a very short text saying not to worry, she’ll put the money in my account when she goes ‘there’. This was a very incoherent text, it took me ages to decipher what exactly she typed – mainly because I don’t use text speak and she does. When she goes there? Where? To the bank? Home? Where the fuck?

So I thought, woman, not to worry? It’s been almost two weeks! And you didn’t even bother replying! I mean had she replied and told me of any difficulties she was having then I would have understood, but she went silent on me. Again, as above, acting along the lines of since I’m a very good friend¬†then it’s alright. No it’s not alright. It’s not alright because it’s not your money and you don’t communicate. You are also just assuming that everything is well on the other side. I mean I don’t expect her to know that I didn’t have any money but¬†in these financial times¬†¬†why take for granted what people are going through? I was really angry especially because I wasn’t eating at all and was ill at the same time. Fever, headaches, period, the lot.¬†¬†So I was just walking around feeling like every bit of energy being drained out of me.

On the same day that she sent me this text, she sent my mum email. I knew about this because I was the first to read it – I have my mother’s password, she gave it to me for when she is very busy, yeah I don’t know, my mum just likes things done for her sometimes but these are the perks. Anyway in the email this woman went to town with the ranting. She kept on reminding my mum of ¬†all the things she’d ever done for her, how good friends they were and then kept reminding her wether¬†she had¬†ever¬†asked¬†for money from her? I don’t like your daughter’s messages she went on. Why would¬†I steal your money? I don’t want your money. Have I ever taken money from you and never given it back? She continues and then goes on to say how she didn’t like the situation at all, that she was not happy with the way I was going about things.

Now I knew I was dealing with something else. My texts did not mention anywhere the words steal, stealing, keep or even took and want. My texts were basic polite requests along the lines of ‘could you please,’¬†¬†‘it would be great if you could,’¬† ‘is it possible’, ‘just wondering,’…I was essentially begging¬†this woman, so where did she get this thought that I wa accusing her of stealing money? She also reminds my mum about their good friendship and how she’s never taken any money from her. Yes, that’s her, my mum. Now you are dealing with me, her daughter, two different people and I’m not your good friend. So don’t apply the same rules because you’ve never met me and we have never had to deal with money or other issues between us, we don’t have that history. That alone should make you deal with me differently. You are not happy, so am I, in fact my blood is boiling because you are taking things for granted.

With the powers bestowed upon me by my mum to be in receipt of her email password, I sent a generic ‘I’m sorry about my daughter’s behaviour’ email. I know my mum, this is exactly what she would have done. I then went to my phone and sent another generic text saying my mum just called me and I’m sorry if I caused any offence. I backtracked on my initial stance of asking for the money every single day until she gave in because a.) I was very poorly and didn’t want any more stress b.) I figured this is how she wanted to play the game, with her very good friend syndrome, maybe she wanted to be begged and cajoled?

Five¬†days now, still no money or a text from her. I’ve heard it’s going to snow later in the week, I hope it won’t in these parts because if it gets too cold and I don’t have any food? Argh…I want to smash some windows or cut my hair or something. These are the so-called¬†friends people have. I boggle at her behaviour. Why do people do this? So they can have a hold on their friends? I’ve never held on to my friends’ money even though we were good friends. Money is money, I treat it like it is. I’m of the opinion that you never know what people need to do with money, so if you owe a friend some money, give it back as soon as you can and if you can’t tell them early on why you can’t, chances are even though they need it very much, they’ll understand. What’s so difficult about that? But when someone goes about testing a friendship with these cheap money tactics it becomes irritating.

19/11/2010

Number of job applications this week: 12

Rejections by email: 3

Spirit level: -1

Cold and fever caught: 1

Number of headaches: Infinite

Here’s hoping you have a lovely weekend.

15/11/2010

Things I’m ¬†learning about myself from this ¬†‘thing’ with BB:

  • I think about sex too much.
  • But I’m congenitally incapable of doing casual sex very well.
  • Because I’m too emotional a person. I need to feel I belong with a man. I need to be acknowledged on an emotional level. I also care too much. I wake up in the morning and wonder if he had a good night. I sit at home having lunch and wonder if he’s having lunch with his friends, alone? What is he having? Is he enjoying it? I listen to travel updates and ask myself whether he’s stuck in traffic somewhere bored out of his brain. When he gets home, is he happy to see his baby? Does he spend his weekends making funny faces and making him laugh?
  • Also because my PCOS drives me mad. Immediately after my period, unless I really trust¬†someone¬† it can be quite an effort for me to have sex. Too many true and false PMS-esque symptoms during that time. And I just can’t sit someone down – someone who is essentially still not close to me and start explaining all my reproductive woes. I’d rather pass the sex itself at that time. So¬†I worry a lot instead, mostly about him, not me. Mostly about how I seem not to be in the mood.
  • And what does that say about me? I’m pathetic.¬†End of story. But of course I want¬† a very healthy relationship.¬† That I’m sure of. I may suffer from a terrible and great deal of low self-esteem and other great crazy but that’s one thing I’m sure of. That’s why I said no to Fish. I’m not at my best emotionally and if I said yes I would lose him – something I don’t want to do because I want him in my life. If he still wants me when I’m ‘healed’ then I think I will say yes. At the moment it’s ok for any other woman to have him, although there isn’t any yet.
  • I like and prefer intelligent men.¬†I mean, ¬†BB isn’t dim, but God knows we don’t have any mentally stimulating conversations. Of course I’m aware life is about compromise so I can compromise if¬†a man¬†brought something else to the table, like kindness, unconditional love, streetwiseness and money, yes money – don’t get me wrong but I’m a woman, I don’t just lay with anyone, there are consequences to think of, it’s nature. And I won’t be PC about it, in fact all women shouldn’t be PC about it. All women who pretend to be PC about money in regards to relationships want to have¬†the¬†good life to themselves¬†and leave you out to dry. True story. So where was I? Yes, intelligence. An intelligent man is powerful to me. A powerful man turns me on. I have respect for a powerful man and in order for me to love a man I have to respect him. Money = Power too, that’s why I can compromise. A powerful man also makes me feel protected and taken care of. I feel safe in the company of a powerful man.¬†I feel my future children will be safe with a powerful father. A powerful man doesn’t worry about his position in society so he doesn’t have time to have ‘issues’, instead he has the time to love me.
  • I need to be more kind to myself.
  • Unmasking myself and allowing myself to be vulnerable is actually good for me. Allowing people to see the real me and being honest about my situation is good for my personal growth. BB is the only person in a long time who has actually seen how bad my financial situation is. Most of the times I feel ashamed by what is essentially a situation that is not my fault, but what can I do? He still insists on seeing me, so that’s what he’ll see.
  • I am beautiful – I know this but I needed a reminder after a very long time. From the first day that he met me, BB told me that I was beautiful every single time we met. Every single time. He’s never stopped. No faffing around with words, he just says these exact words every single time: You are beautiful.
  • I like kissing men’s noses.

12/11/2010

Text from unknown2 on 17/10/2010 at 07:38

Hi babes x

What’s with these shady men and early mornings? What would they do without gumtree? That time on a Sunday morning I’m usually¬† half slumbering half daydreaming about the 2.3 babies I’d like to have with a beautiful surfer boy and our winter holiday country pile in Switzerland.

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Text from unknown2 on 17/10/2010 at 09:13

R u awake babes x

No. Still feeding my babies.

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Text from unknown2 on 17/10/2010 at 10:22

Just taken the pic u asked 4 babes x

I don’t seem to remember replying to any of your texts, but goodluck with the gumtree trawling.¬†Gotta go, my beautiful husband calling!

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Haven’t had as much as a buzz on my phone since then. And gumtree ad? Deleted! Can’t be dealing with this shit.