Getting to grips with feeling like shit

Hello. Remember me? I know, it’s been a long time since I posted anything here. I’m not the first to admit it, but I’ve been complacent. I’ve been focussing solely on writing for my job and not writing outside of the office. And I should be writing on here more because I loved this blog. I still love this blog.

So I’m going to kick start this post with explaining to you how rotten I feel.

I feel like shit. Continue reading

Foreveranitchynose buys a flat

Bonjour! And a happy New Year!

Towards the end of 2016, I became what society deems an adult. I bought a flat. Hurray! Isn’t that marvellous?

It is marvellous, but it’s also scary. So, for the next wee while, I’m going to lay out why it’s scary so that when you get round to buying property, you can hold your nerve. Much unlike I did.

So, let’s start from the beginning. As of July 2015, I (with Davit) had rented a lovely wee flat in Mount Florida. It’s nestled sweetly in the south side, is walking distance to three chippies and a Tesco. Bliss.

Well, as of October 2016, everything changed.

house

(Insert crackly voicemail message from letting agency here): “Hi Nicola, listen, the landlord needs to come in and have the flat valued. When is the best time for you to let her in?”

Oh bollocks. That can only mean on thing. She’s selling up.

Landlord comes a week after, has flat valued and leaves. Tells me she’s selling her house so is getting her finances sorted. Nicola breathes a sigh of relief realising she won’t lose her lovely wee flat.

WRONG! Continue reading

Things I wish I’d never done

When you make it to your mid/late twenties a lot of things change. You realise that alcohol makes you bloated, it takes a week in the gym to burn off a fish supper, you enjoy curling up on the couch watching gash Channel 4 documentaries on a Saturday night and separating the recycling gives you a feeling of self-actualisation.

Upon realising these things, I have also come up with a list of things I wish that I had never done. Sure, I should forget about them and move on, but where’s the fun in that?

My list ranges from the sublime to the ridiculous so feel free to agree, laugh or feel downright sorry for me. Fine by me!

tattoo

Right, here we go. Things I wish I’d never done. Ugh jeez, I can feel my teeth clenching in cringe already. Continue reading

Foreveranitchynose at the dentist – Part 4

Well, lads. It happened. I had root canal.

My name is Nicola. I’m 25 years old and I’ve had root canal.

But who cares, you know? They’re just teeth! I’m not ashamed. These love handles and rotten tooth did not make themselves! I had fun!

Enough of the body positivity, let’s debrief the process.

I’d dropped us off before as I made another appointment for the good old root removal. I booked a 4:45pm appointment so I could go home and weep and it was very much welcomed.

So, aye, anyway. Here we go. Continue reading

Foreveranitchynose at the dentist – Part 3

Aw mate, is it Sunday already? I shouldn’t really be complaining. I’m only in work three days next week but anyway! Back to the topic at hand, or at gums should I say. My teeth.

Last week I left you with my mouth hanging open in fear as the dentist was ready to fit me with a metal filing. Nuh uh, sir! Dis bish wants a white filling! So I rearranged my appointment for the next week to be fitted with a pearly white filling. Super duper.

Next week rolls around, it’s a good old 8am start once again as I get comfy in the dreaded dentist chair. The needle’s ready. I’m ready. Let’s do this thing.

The dentist, dental nurse and I all partake in some casual work banter, you know? Any holidays planned? What are you up to this weekend? How often do you floss? Good old questions we’ve all learned to lie in response to.  Continue reading

Foreveranitchynose at the dentist – Part 2

Sup, homes?

You should feel very privileged right now that I’m writing this blog as it’s currently 400 degrees outside and I’ve taken a break from reading The Hunger Games: Catching Fire to fill you in on my teeth woes.

So, last time we left Nicola at the dentist with the prospect of another filling. Hurray. I manage to snag an appointment in a few weeks time at the crack of dawn once again. To make it, I get up super early and drive to the dentist before work. Splendid.

Waiting in the waiting area for what feels like a decade. It’s only been 10 mins. However, my appointment was at 8am and it’s now 10 past. Come on, sir, people to see, teeth to drill!

“I think we’ve beaten the dentists to work today!” laughs a gentle old lady.

“Haha looks like it!” I coo, “The traffic was surprisingly on my side this morning. I left early just in case only to get here too early!” Oh Nicola shut up with your pish small talk. Continue reading

Foreveranitchynose at the dentist – part 1

Well, it was about time there was another series on here, wasn’t it?

This one, a little less enjoyable than my brush with unemployment, yet all the more painful. I have been back and forward to the dentist since May. MAY! It’s now July!

So, to fill you in, or fill my teeth in should I say, I thought I’d break it down to a four part series once again so you can enjoy my pain and misery. Misery loves company after all, doesn’t it?

So pull up a chair. Are you sitting comfortably? Then I’ll begin. Toothbrushes at the ready.

It all started during an editorial meeting at work. I suggested writing an article on cosmetic dentistry which was given the go ahead. I suddenly felt that sinking feeling… I’m sure I have a dentist appointment booked for this week… How ironic. Continue reading

I’m happy in my own company

Oh no, no. Before you say anything, I’m not back on Tinder just yet.

This blog post was inspired by this weekend I have just spent mostly to myself. I’ll play it out for you.

I woke up on Saturday morning, helped the bf to pack for a trip up north and I raced away to our letting agency to sign a new six month contract for the flat we share. How very grown up of me. I enjoy this.

Then, I came back, said goodbye to bae and started work.

I was working pretty much all Saturday from around 1pm to 7pm. I got lots of work done, thanks, and made my deadline. YES! I was in my own company here, yes, but we haven’t got to the good part just yet. Continue reading

Things I do in the car

Since passing my driving test at the rip old age of 22, I have’t been without a car for any length of time. As soon as I passed the horrendous test, my legs soaked in my own sweat, I was nipping about in a faded, red Corsa. The car leaked when it rained and I tore the arse out of the exhaust but it served me well.

Now, as a slightly older adult, I pay finance on the most beautiful duck egg blue Mini you’ve ever seen. She’s such a doll.

bus wankers

Speaking of which, like most drivers, I carry out many ridiculous tasks whilst in the car I’d never normally do. These include, yet are not limited to: Continue reading

Advice to my younger self

Startling as it may be, in three short months I will be joining the 26 club. I am so, so not ready for this.

I’m also not ready for being called a ‘lady’ in shops, in my head I’m still a ‘girl’, and having to manage my own miniature stash of money.

There are so many things I wish I could go back and change when I was younger.

Some being: not to jump out from my gate to give my neighbours a fright as they walk down the street (this still haunts me to this day), not to spend an extra £20 on a shitter laptop I bought for college, (I left college seven years ago, this should not still bug me) and many, many, many horrendous fashion choices that I cannot get over (mismatched Converse anyone?) *shudder*

And here we are! Somewhat older, somewhat fatter but a lot/little more wiser than what I was ten years ago. So here is my advice to my younger self, and for those younger than me (I’m looking at you Tara Cameron! You’re my cousin so I’m here to save you from years of teenage angst) to let them see that it’s not always as bad as it seems. Not like I’m worth basing your life on. I’m still struggling to work out if I’ll make it to 26 with my kinda good credit still intact!

So here it is, my top 5 points of advice I’d give to my younger self had she not grown into myself. I’m working myself up in circles now, aren’t I? Continue reading