I dreamt about the end of the world last night. I’ve been doing that a fair bit recently; it must be all those horror films I watch (we watched Mum & Dad at the weekend, which was deliciously disturbing and had nothing to do with the end of the world.) This goes against my reasoning that dreams are less the by-product of my imagination and more the real lives of other folk.
(Unless there are some other folk in the world who decide that it’s ok to get bitten by a flesh-eating Undead because it’s easier to join forces with them than have to keep running from them.)
I had just been bitten on the arm when my alarm beeped frantically at me. For a brief moment I was exceptionally happy that I wasn’t living in a world inhabited by zombie creatures, but then I remembered that today was my first day back at work after the two week (and one day) Christmas break. Yay! It took me a while to get up, mainly because Tabatha was sitting on my head and it was all warm and cosy. She’s taken to doing that just recently, which I usually find quite comforting, but sometimes it’s a little annoying, because she steals my pillows and my neck aches in the morning.
Pesky pussy.
As today was a training day, we had a lady in to speak to us about stuff we already know. She has the job I want, minus the having to speak to large groups of people aspect. To do the sort of thing that she does, I would need to do some more studying, which is a frightening prospect. I graduated from university in 1997 following five years of study. Study back then involved copious amounts of alcohol, very late nights and flirting with random strangers. And I didn’t spend most of the week working. Still, I’ve found a course with the Open University which is supposed to ease you back into studying (minus the alcohol, very late nights and flirting) and The Blokey has kindly said I can use some of the Tesco Clubcard vouchers to pay for it, so …
I must speak to the lady who came in to speak to us about stuff we already know; I want her to assess me fully. I’d like, once and for all, to know if I have ADD. Obviously I won’t get the result I want, but at least I’ll have an answer. I thought that I had a ridiculously feeble short term memory, but we did a test (one of many that she does) using numbers and it turns out that my very short term memory is excellent (I scored 121 where most people scored the average, which is 100, and only a very few tend to get beyond 115) so I am officially labelling myself a Conundrum.
I really don’t understand myself most of the time …
please God bless my tired head xxx Elsabeth
an archive of me 
I wondered whether I had ADD for a while, my attention span is atrocious. Good luck with the open university!
For me at times my memory is excellent. But it seems to be content based. I can remember conversations and such pretty well. But, names and dates and things I consider trivial are much harder for me to hold onto. Maybe that is the source of your conundrum?And yes cats laying on my head has always been comforting to me too. Of course now I have no cats. Except when I sleep over at my cutie’s then I have two cats I borrow. But, not quite the same thing.