I had a pretty tedious weekend at the historic building. I was the only staff to turn up on the Saturday, so I spent the time stuck behind the till, and doing my level best to avoid having to talk to anyone. Later on one of our staff turned up unexpected; one of the most negative people I have ever known. She makes the rest of us feel really miserable, and doesn't do my depression one bit of good. So I asked her to work upstairs, where I wouldn't have to see her.
A friend came to see me on Saturday, and stayed overnight. We had a lovely afternoon in the pouring rain, visiting two nearby seaside towns. After that we went to the pub for a bit, and ended the day watching an old film with our cheese and wine.
The plasterer came this morning to fix my bedroom wall. The work only took him a couple of hours. Last night I slept on a mattress in the spare room, and will stay there until the plaster has dried and been painted.
This morning hasn't been very nice. My support worker contacted me earlier to say that she had been signed off sick, so wouldn't be able to see me tomorrow. I feel really bad about it, as I know my problems must have contributed toward her illness. And then the landlord is coming on Thursday to inspect my flat, so I have had to cancel my counselling session. All these last-minute changes, and all the chaos really throw me off balance. I try so hard to plan my life carefully and in advance, so that I will be able to cope better. I sometimes wonder why I bother.
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