All by myself...

When I was young, I never needed anyone, and making love was just for fun...

I have a housemate now! We haven't hung out much because I've been working so much (and sleeping when I'm at home). So far I haven't noticed any problems.

Where I do notice problems is in my payslips! This is an ongoing problem that was not solved when the hospital outsourced our pay. Every fortnight it seems that I have to phone up and say, "I just have a few queries about my pay period ending..." I don't need to explain my queries; the person on the other end of the phone makes some busy noises (murmuring, shuffling paper, keystrokes, etc) then will make an announcement along the lines of, "Oh, it appears that you weren't paid for 6 hours that you worked that week. Would you like me to rectify that?" or, "It seems that they've tried to reduce the amount of penalties they're paying you by shifting some of you penalty-loaded hours into the overtime-loading category - would you like me to pay the extra penalties you deserve." As far as I can tell, these are stupid questions for them to be asking. Why do I bother?

Because I'm worth it. (Although I really can't be arsed to colour my hair, Milla Jovovich.)

Two constancies in life that provide comfort: video clips on weekend mornings and The Simpsons on weekdays at six.