What the fuck is going on round here?
On top of the whole NYE fist fight thing, on of Gemsy's customers had her car broken into.
The poor woman pulled her car up about three houses up the road, locked it, rang our doorbell, picked her dog up and went back to the car taking about 90 seconds and someone had bricked her window and stolen her handbag. Her brand new one that she got for Christmas. There was 5 in there. She used our phone to call the police, her boyfriend, the bank and her phone company.
Again, bloody police. Her boyfriend works a good 30 minute drive from my house and it was rush hour. The police station is 2 minutes away. The cops told her to wait at ours, not touch the car and they'd be round. Her boyfriend got to ours first, she rang the cops back and they said "oh, we probably wouldn't get a fingerprint off the car anyway, just drive home".
So thats twice in a week we've called them and nothing. I could understand if there was a huge amount of crime round here and they were rushed off their feet but a couple of drunken fights and having cars broken into is pretty much the limit of what they have to deal with.
Added to that I've had the regular greif off the family today regarding why I haven't done this, that and the other and listing the ways in which I'm going to spectacularly fuck up my life. I lost my rag, told my nearly 94 year old aunt to fuck off. I feel guilty but I have asked her every week for the last 10 years to stop assuming things about me. Every time I see her or speak to her I get nothing but earache. That makes me angry, so I have a go at her, which makes me feel guilty, but what she says makes me agree with her so I end up thinking "yeah, I am crap at work/uni/relationships with anyone other than the dog" which them spirals off into having either panic attacks and then onto I can't sleep because everytime I do I wake up on the verge of tears because I'm having horrible dreams about the people I love either fucking me over or dying and I really can't concentrate on any work and I've got a fucking assesment on monday and all my deadlines are looming and I'm really going to fail this.
I'm almost tempted to quit uni to save face.
On top of the whole NYE fist fight thing, on of Gemsy's customers had her car broken into.
The poor woman pulled her car up about three houses up the road, locked it, rang our doorbell, picked her dog up and went back to the car taking about 90 seconds and someone had bricked her window and stolen her handbag. Her brand new one that she got for Christmas. There was 5 in there. She used our phone to call the police, her boyfriend, the bank and her phone company.
Again, bloody police. Her boyfriend works a good 30 minute drive from my house and it was rush hour. The police station is 2 minutes away. The cops told her to wait at ours, not touch the car and they'd be round. Her boyfriend got to ours first, she rang the cops back and they said "oh, we probably wouldn't get a fingerprint off the car anyway, just drive home".
So thats twice in a week we've called them and nothing. I could understand if there was a huge amount of crime round here and they were rushed off their feet but a couple of drunken fights and having cars broken into is pretty much the limit of what they have to deal with.
Added to that I've had the regular greif off the family today regarding why I haven't done this, that and the other and listing the ways in which I'm going to spectacularly fuck up my life. I lost my rag, told my nearly 94 year old aunt to fuck off. I feel guilty but I have asked her every week for the last 10 years to stop assuming things about me. Every time I see her or speak to her I get nothing but earache. That makes me angry, so I have a go at her, which makes me feel guilty, but what she says makes me agree with her so I end up thinking "yeah, I am crap at work/uni/relationships with anyone other than the dog" which them spirals off into having either panic attacks and then onto I can't sleep because everytime I do I wake up on the verge of tears because I'm having horrible dreams about the people I love either fucking me over or dying and I really can't concentrate on any work and I've got a fucking assesment on monday and all my deadlines are looming and I'm really going to fail this.
I'm almost tempted to quit uni to save face.
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Don't worry just take it one step at a time...people should understand..If not fuck 'em