Frustration

I'm helping work on a project right now, that is going to be awesome, but it's hard.
People seem to have the impression that the people working on the project are making lots of money from it - so, so far from the truth, that we're not doing it for the joy of it - not that there's been much of that. And portraying other people's experiences, which I don't think is fair, third person misunderstandings being frequent and all.
It's hard.
I can completely understand people having their own views, and their own opinons, thats fine, i have no qualms about that. What I do have a bit of an issue with, is people slagging us off in public, without discussing it first, without giving us a chance to explain, and maybe for everyone to come to a better understanding of what everyone means.
I've not had the best week or so, and this just, makes me so darned frustrated. I'm trying to think of ways that we as a team can communicate more efficiently withe people as a whole, I'm thinking maybe a blog.

Sigh, on a good note, I'm doing a fair in Coventry on Saturday (not that I'm prepared yet) and nursery work has been tiring but satisfactory.

There was other news, but I'm confuddled, and just watched Greys Anatomy with lots of crying.
I'm off to bed.

Stuck

I'm stuck.
I have so much going on in my head, that I cannot write about it.
I keep this blog, but I also have an offline diary, and I can't even keep my words straight enough for that.
I did a lot of work on Ravelry Day on 6th - I'm still processing stuff from that.
I have feelings re-emerging that I thought I'd dealt with, and that's hard to get my head round.
I'm feeling a bit like I'm on a rollercoaster, and I'm not sure how well I'm dealing with that right now.

There's lots going on, and lots to process.

I'm also trying to decide on my next knitting project - a little cardi, my first lace, or something else entirely?

So, they've gone - thank goodness. I'm in the house on my own this weekend so I'm a little apprehensive, but fingers crossed.

Yuck

I just found maggots in the bin. There was hysterical crying swearing exclaiming and it fell over so then there were some on the floor.
Cue hysterical phonecall to housemate, who left work and came to clear them up.
I am at the other end of the flat, with no intention of staying here tonight - even if I end up sleeping in the car. *shudder*
Completely freaked, and feel like I can feel them in my hair, on my skin, everywhere. I am a girl, and I do not like creepy crawly things.

So Utterly and Completely Disgusting and Gross and just Horrific.





(btw- there is no frickin' chance i am going to take all the flack for this - it's his kitchen too)