The Life of Skye Santana

Comment from: wildliferescue:

Still, think of the fun she'll have until then! Life's too short to spend it worrying about the future!

Yes, and then think of the stress she'll be under when she actually realises that she's heavily in debt, will have to sell her flat (for no doubt zero profit, or probably even debt including selling fees!), no more nice holidays, back to house sharing in a tiny room... And no doubt it'll be ME that picks up the pieces!

Life IS too short to spend it worrying about the future, but you can have fun AND plan for the future at the same time!! It's called finding a balance.

What's the point in having a wild time now if it means living in poverty on a state pension when I reach 65? My gran lives on a state pension after loosing everything when she was younger. She lives in a grotty old people's home, after finally being moved out her grotty council flat, and gets about £10 a week spending money, which is all that's left over from her pension after paying for the tiny dingy room in the old folks place. I think I'd rather be dead than live like that!!

Oh well, I suppose she's still got her mummy and daddy to bail her out when she runs out of cash... A rare luxury for people in their mid-20s, but they've been doing it all her life, so it's not surprising she has no concept of budgeting!

Why are some people so irresponsible with money?

About 4 months ago, my friend bought a new build 1 bed flat in London with an interest only mortgage.

She earns around £40k, and the flat must've cost around £250k with just a 5% deposit (so borrowing over 6 times her salary...)

As far as I know, she doesn't get big city bonuses, so I have no idea how she intends to pay off the equity.

And yet she runs a car, has just spent £800 on a ski holiday next February, went to Greece for a week in the summer, also went to Dubai (boyfriend paid, but she spent ALOT of money), splashed out god knows how much on furniture, and every weekend goes out drinking in expensive bars, eating out in posh restaurants, and then clubbing in "celebrity" style venues!!

Hmm, I have a hunch this could end in disaster, especially if prices of new build mass produced flats drop.

Well, so far today, I've spent 30 minutes discussing labels stuck on boxes in the lab, then an hour re-labelling the boxes that were insufficiently labelled. Another 30 mins was spent discussing ridiculous over-the-top guarding on certain machines, and how it's become more of a safety issue than when there was no guarding (risk of splitting open knuckles on guarding edges whilst operating levers!). I'm all for health and safety, but it's become such a joke recently!!

I'm now sitting at my desk, suffering from boredom. I have 10 GSCEs at grade A, 5 A Levels, and a Masters degree from one of the top UK universities, and here I am spending my days sticking labels on boxes, and typing dull spreadsheets. I've even taught myself how to use all the mathematical formula in Excel, should i ever have to use it... (i doubt it). And I get paid a whole £25k p.a to do this job!!

I know, I should be grateful, as so many people would kill to earn £25k a year and do nothing, but I hate it! Being bored is the worst thing ever. I feel as though my brain is rotting away, and I'm loosing all confidence in my ability and skills.

My collegue gets a good project. It used to be my project until I was made to go and do 6 months working in another department. He knows it was ME who started the project, and yet he rarely delegates me any work, despite be giving constant offers of help, and asking how it's progressing. My eyes are also on the design work, which is mine... and I shall be rather annoyed if a patent is filed under HIS name...

I am SO bored it makes me want to cry. And even if I do get find another job, I still have to give 3 months notice here... and I don't have any holiday left this year to have days off for interviews, so can't really start applying until next year. OMG, I'm stuck in boredom limbo until probably about May! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeek.

At least MBF is in today, although I'm really starting to dislike him. He has no manners and seems to think he's too great to have to thank me for doing anything. Arsehole! Sometimes he makes strange chicken noises.

Had a bit of an arguement with boyfriend at the weekend.

I was talking to a couple of people at a party, and this one girl kept looking over my shoulder as if she would rather go talk to someone else. A bit rude, considering we'd only just been introduced. It's not like SHE was making any effort to make conversation.

Later, my boyfriend told me it was probably because I'm boring.

Well, it could be true. Maybe i AM boring?!

The problem is that I don't have many friends. I used to have LOTS of friends, but I've always got on SO much better with guys than girls.

Girls bitch about everyone and everything, but say things they'd never dream of saying to someone's face. They also seem to dislike me because I'm tall and thin, with big boobs, small waist, and some hips. If I'm not eating, they like to assume I'm anorexic. If I do eat, I feel like I'm being watched, and perhaps they think I'm bulimic, and nip of to the toilets to puke!?

Shopping with any female who has a weight issue is a nightmare, and let's face it, ALOT of girls have weight issues.

Blokes just accept you at face value. You can be honest with them, and they don't take offence.

Problem is, my boyfriend doesn't like me having male friends. He'll have a major strop and sulk if I go out for a drink with a male friend, hence in the last year or so, I've ditched them all.

It doesn't even matter that I don't fancy my male friends in the slightest. He just presumes they're all going to hit on me! Jeez, i'm a big girl, and if they did try it on, they'd get a slap!

I hate people who lack manners.

I may be blunt sometimes, but when someone does something for me, especially if they didn't have to, then I thank them.

MBF is rude. Or maybe just arrogant, so thinks people should just run around after him because he's superior and should never have to thank people.

He was yacking away to someone at his desk one day last week, and his phone was ringing and ringing, so I answered it because he blatently wasn't going to do it. It was one of the secretaries wanting to know details so she could book some flights for him, so I took a message, and trecked all the way over the other side of the office to give him the post-it note. Did he say thank you? NO! Did he say thank you later on when he had ample opportunity? NO!

I then get an email yesterday asking if I could submit some report for him, which I did promptly, apologising that it was late. 22 hours later and he hasn't even bothered to reply to say thank you. Maybe he hasn't got much internet access wherever he's working this week, but I doubt it! He's just an arrogant jerk.

Gawd I'm in a bad mood this morning! My appointment at the breast clinic is fast approaching, and I'm dreading it. I know it's probably only a cyst, but the lump has been there for months, and I dread it could be more than a cyst.

Ohhh MBF is in the office today, wearing jeans!! I always wondered what he'd wear if it wasn't a suit! He's still wearing a shirt though (and from my observations, he only seems to own 4!), tucked into the pale-ish blue jeans, with a brown leather belt. It makes him look skinny! Actually, he IS skinny! Skinny but cute!

I spoke too soon! He's now just left the office and is working abroad this week, hence the jeans for travelling. sigh. Oh well, sadly his 1 hour appearance in the office has just made my day! It seems the more you earn here, the less hours you have to work.

I kept thinking about dead people last night though. Someone I cared about died of cancer a couple of weeks after his 22nd birthday several years ago. It snowed that christmas, and I remember thinking that it would be the last time he ever saw snow. Not that he cared, because at that point he'd had his eye sewn closed due to the tumour behind it. I'm not religious in the slightest, but I often wonder if dead people can see and hear everything. I always get the impression that I'm being watched... I've done some horrible things in my life, even though I always promise myself I'll never do anything horrible ever again, and I can't help feeling he's watching me sometimes, laughing at my f*ck-ups.

I think I'm frightened of death. Not my own death, but other people dying. My gran will probably die soon-ish (well, maybe another year or two), but it freaks me out that perhaps all these people are watching me after they die, reading my thoughts and judging me. Strange, but it actually bothers me more about what dead people think of me than living people!

The guy who died of cancer, well I used to wish that it was me who had cancer and died instead of him. He was funny, very intelligent, tall, cute, and one of the most likable people I've ever known. We kissed once. We probably shouldn't have. He couldn't find his brother (possibly passed out drunk in his room with door locked), so we were sat on my bed, backs to the wall, talking about life. He had a hole in the left knee of his jeans, and I was stroking his knee. Tipsy but not drunk. I remember half of me thinking "we shouldn't be doing this", and the other half thinking "this feels right". We decided not to mention it again. He had everything to live for, and didn't deserve to die. I often wonder what he'd be doing now.

I think my best friends are lousy, and I'm tired of always being there for them, and yet feel like I'm not getting much in return.

It's always me that has to travel to London; they haven't come to visit me for a couple of years! I feel like I get frowned upon when I can't make it to London for some event because I already have plans. There's a housewarming party tonight, and I already have guests staying, so can't go (it was originally going to be tomorrow night, when I could have gone), and it's like I'm being made to feel bad because I won't change all my plans to fit in with them.

I give them advice on their problems when they ask for it, which often goes un-thanked (I spent AGES typing out a kind email offering support for friend A who is having a boyfriend problem, and not a thank you or even a response - but yes, she did get it - I asked to check - still no thanks), and yet when I've been concerned about something (the breast lump, the new person in office who stole my work and likes trampling on people to climb the career ladder!) the reply-all email comes back just replying to things the two of them have written, completely overlooking my questions and thoughts! I ALWAYS make sure I offer support when one of them needs it!

I'm feeling like a doormat again. Give give give, and not so much in return.

It's not easy to make new friends when you're in your late 20s! I would love to volunteer, spend time helping people/kids, but can't find anything advertised locally.

At least my boyfriend is adorable! He hasn't had any man moods for AGES, which is wonderful!

Considering that the UK is such a small island, why do we have such crap and overpriced public transport?!?!

Most return train fares are far more than it would cost a lone person to make the same journey in a car, including the cost of parking, so why on earth would I want to sit (stand?!) for hours on public transport, listening to other people's music, and smelling other people's BO or overpowering perfume?!?

You can usually forget the advantage of being able to read the paper, as normally there isn't enough elbow room to read a book, or get a tissue out your pocket.

I say privatise it again, and make sure all journeys are the equivalent in cost per mile as petrol for an economical car!!

The simple way to sort this out would have been to have a "Midlands" olympics rather than having it in London, which is the only city where you can happily live without a car in most areas!

Stadiums could have been build in cities such as Birmingham, Leeds, Bradford, Lincoln, Oxford, Norwich, Nottingham etc... and an amazing public transport network could have been built between all cities, so not only would it sort our lousy public transport out, it would have boosted UK cities other than London!

No MBF this week. sigh. Although I haven't missed him at all!

I've also worked out who bull-shit boy reminds me of! That one from Little Britain, who always goes on about being Molly Sugdon's bridesmaid!!

Hotair man is back in the office today! I've never met someone who over-exagerates stories so much!

At first they sound believable, and then eventually they cross over the believable line into "oh my goodness, do you think i'm a moron" territory.

All of these stories have happened to "friends" of his:

1) Like the pregnant friend who was 4 weeks overdue, and her waters had already broken 2 weeks before, so she took to mountainbiking up great big hills to try and hurry up the labour! Hmmm, I've not had kids yet, but I do know that when the waters break, you have to be exceedingly careful as the baby becomes highly prone to infection. Oh, and when you become 2 weeks overdue, don't they normally induce the labour??

2)He has a friend who was a vegan eco-warrior swampy type person, who lived up a tree miles from any civilisation. He fell 60ft out his tree, had to have both legs amputated, and ended up having to go stay with his parents when he got out of hospital, who served him steak, eggs and cheesy chips and he instantly gave up being a vegan.(How he got help when he had no mobile phone and no people for miles around I do not know...)

3) Then there's the friend who was out running, and discovered a man lying face down in a lake in the middle of no where. He pulled him out the lake, revived him, but in the process broke his sternum, and the guy (whose life he saved) then sued him!

I may be blonde, but I'm not stupid, and 90% of his stories have a severe amount of impossibility. It's like he seems to think that everyone believes him, and that we're ALL stupid.

I suppose if it makes him feel wanted and good about himself, I shall humour him, but he just makes himself look like a doofus! Or maybe he really does think I'm stupid and believe every word that comes out his mouth?

A guy I know was beaten up recently. He’d just been out for a pint with a mate, bought himself a kebab, and was walking home when something hit him on the back of the head. He spun round just to catch a glimpse of 2 guys with a baseball bat, but was knocked unconscious very quickly, and woke up in hospital.

Apparently the attack continued for 20 minutes, until a passer by witnessed it and called the police. A police dog unit in the area managed to pick up the scent, and the attackers, aged 17 and 20, were caught red handed, trying to wash the blood off their hands, clothes and baseball bat.

Those who saw the victim after the attack can only describe him as unrecognisable. He suffered memory loss, and when they finally let him out of hospital after many stitches and an operation, he suffered a seizure, so has now been told he can’t drive for 6 months.

At least the scum that did this had been caught, and hopefully trialled for attempted murder (a 20 minute attack??? If they weren’t trying to kill him, then I don’t know WHAT else they could have possibly been doing), but thanks to Blair/Brown and their appalling attitude towards prosecuting “criminals”, these 2 thugs have been released back onto the streets, and it’s unlikely that they’ll get more than a few hours community service or suspended sentence.

Does someone actually have to KILL someone before being put in prison nowadays?? The thugs claimed the victim had launched a drunken attack on them, so they were acting in self defence, but his alcohol level (testing in hospital) was exceedingly low, and any character reference will say that he’s one of the most placid, friendly and happy guys one can meet!

We have 11,000 foreigners in our UK prisons, and personally I think Brown should make their deportation a priority, and all 11,000 to be sent back in disgrace to their country of origin by the end of 2008, and banned from ever returning to the UK. At least that way, we’d have space to lock up our own scum who make life a misery for others.

Sometimes I really hate this country, and wonder what the future holds for it... at the moment it is bleak, and I look forward to leaving it!