girlofprey

I went and talked to my manager about the awful cold, and it's probably not the most professional I've been, blaming him for not fixing it from last year when I've been saying 'it's fine', but SERIOUSLY IT WAS REALLY BAD AND HE KNEW IT AND SOMETIMES PEOPLE JUST SAY THEY'RE FINE. But anyway. He was very nice about it, and we agreed together that we'd been too reliant on the big heater, and he said I could just sit in the office if it was too cold. The office is right next to reception, and one wall is just a big window out onto where the door is and the car park, so I could watch people coming and going, and get onto my email account, and anyone looking for me from the business come could look in the office, so it was pretty alright. The first day I sat in there though, I discovered that two of the three post room people - it's a small, shared room - get so warm they like to have the air conditioning on (at 21 degrees) even during a cold snap. I asked them if I could turn it off, and they first both tried to tell me my cold would be worse without air conditioning, "I wouldn't be able to breathe", then one of them just switched it on again later without telling me. I thought it had come on automatically and switched it off, and she switched it back on when I was out of the room. If she had literally told me I would have put on my coat - which I had to do after that - but no, a song and dance. And then I found out the other post room guy had had a 'quiet word' with my manager about me and my ridiculous air conditioning demands the next day, before I came into work. Also, they spoilered me for Coronation Street. And for a really unpleasant storyline on Coronation Street. Fuck them.

I'm back out on reception now, because it's warmer and my cold's mostly gone, but it doesn't look like the big heater will be fixed anytime soon, because the parts they need are really hard to get hold of. So I'm still on the points of going back into the office at any time, if it gets too cold. My manager assures me there's no point just getting the parts for next winter, because "we'll have another solution by then". We'll see.

There's a cleaner at work I talk to, who's quite nice. I think he fancies me, although there's no way to be sure, but he's nice enough and we joke around. But he always laughs at me whenever I talk about video games and liking video games. On Friday he saw me reading a games magazine, and I told him he always laughs at me, but games do make me happy, and he told me I was just 'pretending to be happy'. And I don't know how to tell him how awfully, horrifically rude I think that is without sounding like I'm either being really defensive about video games, which I'm only 'pretending to like', or like I'm just shouting at him. Other things he has laughed at me about include me telling him I still have depression, even though I'm doing okay at the moment, and when I told him I don't talk to my sister he told me I should 'forgive family' and be nice to her. He's really nice, for the most part. But for fuck's sake.

I keep seeing and hearing things where people basically blame women for things, like for being sexually assaulted and not earning as much as men ("maybe all those women just weren't as good as the men"), and it's on the news, and I get furious about it, and then just feel stupid for playing the news' game, obviously they just want to stir that stuff up at the moment, obviously they just want people to be angry, I hate it and them, and also the people who say those stupid fucking things.

Our dog has started weeing and pooing on the floor in the night, even though my parents take him out before bed - he weed last night, and my mum said she let him out and literally saw him weeing in the garden. So now we don't really know what to do with him. He doesn't bark or let us know in any way. He just wees and poos, and my parents have to clean it up.