more conspiracy theories...

Gosh, sorry about the rude diary entries, I made a jail break from work at 5pm on Friday with Marie and consumed some pints, it was great fun!
Went to Carluccio's for dinner on Saturday with this voucher that Marie kindly gave me, had a sweet meal, pretty crazy at the end though, there are three separate cubicle toilets for ladies, downstairs, one of which i was in, when i heard someone shouting, 'why are they locked? they're all f***ing locked??!!' which i dismissed to be two unfunny middle aged women who were all wine-d up, when i ascended the stairs though, the familiar shouty voice was there confronting the manageress and two Italian waiters, it was a lone-lady, clearly pissed and incredibly angry, she was shouting 'It's the Sicilian mafia!that's what it is! All the toilets, locked, it's the f***ing Sicilian MAFIA!' obviously I was gawping at it all, she then turned on her heel and rushed over to her table, and her companion, picked up her red wine and continued drinking, absolutely fuming.
This was in CAMBRIDGE, in CARLUCCIO's. What is wrong with everyone?I spend my whole time worrying that these kind of establishments won't take me seriously, then I am always the most well-behaved person in any one place! At least I am yet to formulate any wild conspiracy theories, the first sure sign of egomania/ narcissism/ mental disturbance.
(oh there is the theory that i carefully honed about all men being gay, but i only espouse that when I'm drunk, and it's not really a conspiracy theory.)

Anyway. Here I am at work, I have terrible backache and crazy doziness from the gabapentin, I have a £1650 overdraft or else I would be handing in my notice today. I have truly reached my limit here, but needs must. It'd be nice to do something with my 2 degrees, like utilise them at all in any way, rather than this policing/babysitting job that I am currently doing. On Friday I could feel all day that i was breathing like a scared mouse. I'm sure that's not good?

Had a mental day on Friday when our wishes were basically completely overridden and undermined by the boys group who call themselves the management. There's something funny going on with them, a particular student's father seems to have them by the nuts but it's not clear why. It's so pathetic the way that they pander to these naughty students, I think that it is a syndrome of men, cause my dad has it, that you pay attention to naughty behaviour and ignore good behaviour, but here it's just insane. This particular student boasts to us that he can't be expelled cause the head loves him, they've tried to expell him 5 times. He is a total pisstaker, and when we try to put our foot down and have him removed from the library, on the grounds that he takes up all of our time, the management type a PATHETIC letter 'from' him which he signs, apologising to us, and they declare that he's allowed back in, we get no say in the matter.
I just received such a patronising pep talk as well cause I'm so clearly pissed off, I couldn't even pretend to give a shit. I've totally given up here now. I'm gonna go through the motions till summer then I'm outta here.
They're fucking idiots to behave this way, I'm really really good at my job, and with the students, and now I won't do it properly cause they've shown me that it all means nothing.

Anyway, just a normal Monday, tired, in pain, cross and bitter. At least I've got some marmite crisps for lunch...mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...................