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Random Musings

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So random thoughts and musings going on in my mind today. I saw R today; her mum dropped her off at D’s house. We walked down to a local cafe and had lunch, cake, and tea. Well, she had a smoothie.

Shit. Seizuring. Not long, 1 minute. Listening to music, and when that happens, it’s a weird one. There I am, listening to a song, and then poof minute gone. I’m not surprised that it’s happening; it’s late, and I had a busy day. But yes, a nice little reminder “hi fnd is stiill here have a zap”. My hands are still numb, but it’s spread to my palm on my left hand; the right hand isn’t as bad now, but oddly my little toe is numb as well, which is completely random. I’ll make an appointment with the GP tomorrow.

The motel

~~Exciting development in the motel. I heard rats outside my window. Squeaking away as they scuttled around. I know they have rat traps, but yeah. Fun. So I’m keeping the window closed and guarding my stash of noodles, tuna, and salmon.

One night when I came back late, this must have been a week ago now, I walked into the motel and this guy was standing close behind me. As it was after curfew, I had to type the code on the keypad. So I started to worry as the guy was standing quite close, like he was going to run in after me. So I stared at him, he showed me his key. He doesn’t speak a word of English, is black, and looks like he’s from Africa as he has a twinge of a French accent. So that’s just by the way. I showed him the code and showed him how to get in. Turns out he’s my next-door neighbor with bad habits. I can hear him constantly making weird, random noises. Wailing, giggling, sighing really loudly. Now I have to shake my legs constantly, so tapping. The problem is my desk is against his wall, so I know that when I shake, I’m then shaking something in his room. I started doing it more and more while he still makes odd noises. Then I can hear him moving things, looking for the source. It amuses me. Simple things.~~

In closing…

struggling to type at the moment. They keep happening. I’ll go lay in bed and stare at the ceiling for a bit. Oh, and still no heating. My caseworker has been in touch with the housing team to get them to ask why it isn’t on. Most hotels I have been in always have the heating on, and you just set the thermostat to what you need. Anyways, random. Sums up this place. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy here, I have a bed instead of a sofa, and now with an electric blanket, it keeps me warm.

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Short Story: About mistakes

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I was so excited to start my new job as a software engineer. I had been working hard for this opportunity, and I was eager to prove myself.

I was assigned to a team that was working on a new project. The project was due in a few weeks, and we were all under a lot of pressure to get it done.

I was working on a particularly complex piece of code, and I was feeling a lot of stress. I was so focused on getting the code right that I didn’t notice that I had made a mistake.

When I finally finished the code, I ran it through the compiler. The tests failed, and I realized that I had made a mistake.

I was so disappointed in myself. I had let my team down, and I had jeopardized the success of the project.

I went to my manager and told him what I had done. He was understanding, but he told me that I would have to fix the mistake.

I worked late into the night to fix the mistake. I was so tired, but I knew that I had to get it right.

Finally, I fixed the mistake, and the tests passed. I was so relieved, but I knew that I had learned my lesson.

I had made a mistake, and I had to pay the price. But I also learned that it’s important to own up to your mistakes and learn from them