Well after reading Skippers blog, I now know I too suffer from A.R.I.D.S and I am a tree (lava-tree).
I worked last night on the door, it is my third night back after 18 months of with the dreaded C and just trying to reclaim some normality seeing has I am living on borrowed time.
Why do people change so much, why say one thing and do another, it gets right up my nose. My job is a combination of many jobs rolled into one..... a Councillor, carer, fighter, mediator plus many more and it is what I love to do and have fought so hard to get back too, so why are some of the door crew feeling threatened by my return and acting like a bunch of scared little girls. I have just had the hardest fight of all, the one for my life and I now have to deal with petty, bitchy crap. Oh give me a break. We all go through hell and back uh guys while others moans and whine about sod all. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh it's so good to be back!!!! love carol x
