There’s a few classes on this week but being reading week it’s fairly quiet so I’m able to catch up on some areas of work but it’s been better also since I stopped doing the overtime as now I’m able to keep on top of my own work.

On Monday I went to work  on reception after doing my regular hours, I was nervous but very excited and looking forward to it immensley, I love it so much.  I truly think I found my vocation, I love my hairdressing but think it may be too late for me to return to that. My friend Elaine came to see me in her lunch break, it’s her job we’re all covering. I had a bit of a situation in that what I thought was a foreign student came only to learn he was a refugee looking for an english language course. It was very difficult as his English was so limited and his interpreter wasn’t much better either and there was other students coming for attention also. Trying to explain that the university doesn’t provide free courses was very difficult and quite frustrating, eventually with the help of the school office staff I sorted him out with a contact to email as to where he may be able to get the help he needed.

I did reception again after my regular hours on the Wednesday afternoon, Angie didn’t hang about for long after I arrived, she said I’m better on my own and I am. My friend Elaine came to see me again. which was nice, she’s very proud and supportive of me. The afternoon went well and I was thanked several times on my help and assistance which felt really good.

On Thursday evening the two living me below me were arguing and shouting again so I had to shout down, I can’t bear it anymore and. I eventually went to bed about 1130/12 only to be woken at 130 am by her shouting, so I shouted back to shut up.

On Friday I struggled again to get up for work, I’m finding it really difficult and it doesn’t help when woken in the night. I phoned Claire the housing officer, she said it’s not a problem she can call them in, I was in two minds her having apologised a few weeks ago but don’t feel like I can knock on their door as suggested by a friend. I saw him with another meddling with his van when I got home from work but felt he dodged me and went the other side so losing the opportunity to say anything.

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