Am Stressed and British Airways gets all my cash...
02.13.06 (8:12 pm) [edit]
I am now in Manchester, the drive from Leeds was easy. Just as I have my whole diary worked out, everything is thrown into disarray. I am going home tomorrow to do a workshop with the kids then on Wednesday I fly to London at Midday so I can attend the Brits party and I would be staying in London till Monday so I can attend the BAFTA awards on Sunday. Then I get a phone call from BBC wanting me to attend an audition in GLASGOW on Thursday!
I cannot possibly fly to London then fly home and fly back! That's madness and BA already get the lions share of my cash as it is!
Luckily, BBC have arranged for me to get the audition in London on Wednesday morning at 11-30am. So I am flying out of Glasgow at 6am instead!
I am so fucking stressed trying to organise my life, I don't know if I actually live in London now.
Husband was annoying me trying to talk over my phone calls and that made me mental, he doesn't understand that whilst I am trying to make adjustments to my diary I am not interested in how many towels are in this hotel room. At least there are no ‘see through' stacking tables in this room as his aspergic brain just couldn't comprehend the wee tables in that flat in Leeds, "If I cant see them, then they do not exist" is his thinking.
So I am off to learn a whole script before Wednesday and now go off to record a show for BBC radio four....my head is going to explode, yet husband has just asked me "Do you fancy a wee kiss and hug before you go?"
If I kill him you are all my witness's.
I cannot possibly fly to London then fly home and fly back! That's madness and BA already get the lions share of my cash as it is!
Luckily, BBC have arranged for me to get the audition in London on Wednesday morning at 11-30am. So I am flying out of Glasgow at 6am instead!
I am so fucking stressed trying to organise my life, I don't know if I actually live in London now.
Husband was annoying me trying to talk over my phone calls and that made me mental, he doesn't understand that whilst I am trying to make adjustments to my diary I am not interested in how many towels are in this hotel room. At least there are no ‘see through' stacking tables in this room as his aspergic brain just couldn't comprehend the wee tables in that flat in Leeds, "If I cant see them, then they do not exist" is his thinking.
So I am off to learn a whole script before Wednesday and now go off to record a show for BBC radio four....my head is going to explode, yet husband has just asked me "Do you fancy a wee kiss and hug before you go?"
If I kill him you are all my witness's.