Cynical Saintee

Any time, sweet cheeks. When I sober up and look at these threads in retrospect I think I'm going to go into hiding for a few months...

You remind me of me, and I'm a c**t.

More than you realise. They were petty things that got on my nerves, so I posted them in the relevant thread. Is there an issue with that?

Not sure what's worse, the fear of being caught in a horrendous photo in City or the depression phase of a hangover.

Some c**t ripped my shirt, another c**t pushed me off the raised platform at City in Perth and I sclaffed my elbow and dropped my cloakroom ticket so had to wait until everyone left before I got my teckle jacket back. Got captured by the cameraman a few times. Sake.

Still, at least she didn't just say "thanks". Not that that's ever happened ot me, of course. It's a schoolboy error to say straight up you want to shag someone.

Given I'm one of three from a bipolar parent, there's a hefty chance I was "lucky" enough to get the crazy gene. Typical.

To the best of my knowledge, yeah. Worth having a chat with the fether and seeing what's what - given he's a staunch believer in CBT and he knows about my 'issues'. : for the advice.

I've seen a GP who suggested a 7 week Cognitive Behavioural Therapy Course based in Perth. Unfortunately, I move to Edinburgh 5 weeks saturday which would make it... awkward.

I thought I had bipolar because I was showing a lot of the signs of it, not so much of the manic side but there were little things which suggested it. I've yet to see a shrink so we'll see, I could yet be even more nuts than I thought.

What a joke. My mother has bipolar and it can be hereditory, God knows it's almost a fate worse than death having it. The amount and potency of the drugs required just to keep someone stable is insane.

Cheers buddy. Had it for three and a bit years bud, it ain't going anywhere soon. As my boss so excellently put it, "no wonder you're depressed, you're a fucking Saints fan!" Spot on. There are no conspicuous factors that could have caused my depression, it's just there. Sack it, moving in 5 and a half weeks, fresh start in Edinburgh should be more than enough "cure" it.

With patter like yours, no wonder 1 in 6 Scots have depression.

So I was diagnosed with depression on tuesday... And I'm working all weekend. Not sure what's worse.

Glad I'm not the only one who noticed that...

Don't worry, it'll all be but nostalgia eventually.

I have a cold. In spring.

Mass Effect 2 and Dead Space, all 1000GC (1015 in ME2's case). Oh yes. 1000 on Assassin's Creed II, too. Hoo-rah.

Cheers mate. Unfortunately I'm on almost identical shifts to him (albeit much shorter!) for this week... thankfully I'm only in for 18 hours this week, though. We'll see, come thursday. Not really. I'm a general assistant bloke. I do everything everyone else can't be bothered doing. Yesterday I spent almost 6 hours polishing the shelves in the wine department bit, and polishing literally EVERY SINGLE BOTTLE OF WINE. Still, I felt pretty hungover so it was actually pretty good to do something as tedious as that. The work in the kitches is generally just loading up trays that go in these big washing machine things, but I haven't done that for a few days, I've been working in the shop and at the front-end of the restaurant.

It's nice to be able to grumble about work, but it's awful at the same time. A few things. One of the chefs I work with, let's call him K, is an absolute whalloper. Impatient, arrogant, knob. Expects me to know how to ddo everything, and at a second's notice, gives me about 3 seconds to do anythign he tells me and assumes I'll know exactly how to do it. Chris,t this is my first job and I have no fucking idea what I'm doing yet, be a bit understanding, you dick. The head waitress is a bit patronising, too, but I'd rather my colleagues were like that because she actually gives me a chance to learn what to do... even if she treats me like a puppy with Down's. Worst of all is the fact that I haven't been paid for my first week's pay because, get this, my boss misread a 4 in my details for a 9, so she sent my pay to the WRONG ACCOUNT. Not even starting on the amount of times my hours have been cut because work's been a bit quiet. Gah. Still, it's approximately 9000% preferable to being unemployed.

Is there any way to sign off Jobseeker's before you leave for work? I really, really, really don't want to go and sign on again on wednesday and I don't really need the money, plus I'm about to get a job, anyway. I just can't be done with the whole nonsense of it considering I'm not really any nearer finding a job now than I was before I signed on.

I know what that's like.

Thanks. I'm going to uni in September, so it's kind of a coundown now because obviously I need a lot of coin. Back to chatting to barstaff about bar work, I guess.

Aye. It's a right bitch. Suppose all you can do is keep plugging away, I guess.