Fridays

Bob is giving me fridays off work. Is all good cos it means I get another day off, and it's almost like a weekend, except a bit squiffy. Downside, I lose a few hours a week, which means less money, but on the upside, if I have a day off I'm more likely to go to the jobcentre or a employment agency or summat...find myself something decent.
Monday I'm actually going to a meeting, instead of work. Should be interesting Hah! Its about produce and wastage and sales. Bob couldn't get anyone else to go, cos they all said NO, so I ended up being summoned to the office, told to wear something smart and he'd pick me up on the way there. It's in Oldham so it's going to be a long drive.
I'm actually a bit down at the mo, things don't seem to be going so great with Pete, and I don't know why. He seems kinda indifferent I suppose. It's probably me being paranoid again, I should talk to him really, but I feel stupid and like some kinda clingy monster bringing it up. I feel like lately, he doesn't talk to me about things...we're like two separate people living entirely different lives and just kinda bumping into eachother when we can be bothered. He's got his new work, and seems to be doing ok there which I'm not a part of...thats ok...we can't live in eachother's pockets, but it's just little things y'know...like the announcement that he was moving in with his brother in Liverpool. He just landed it on me, as a done deal, no discussion or anything, I mean I know he couldn't go on living with his mum, but it would have been nice to talk it over and stuff...the outcome would have been the same, but I'd have felt more included in his life. Does that sound selfish. It does to me, like his whole world should revolve around me...I don't think that, just the bits that affect me we should talk about... I dunno. Maybe I'm just feeling a bit wierd cos of this concert with hab...I'd worked myself up for an argument with Pete about it, I didn't want one, was just half expecting one cos of well stuff that was said not long ago, and then Pete was like..ok thats fine. And it kinda started making me think...maybe he's not that arsed because he doesn't care that much anymore. And then he didn't want me to visit him tonight. I really need to talk this out with him. Hell I don't even know if he reads this any more...