Money Money Money...

...or the lack of it. As I have to wait until the end of the Month to get paid (if the hospital have sorted it by then!), our tanks are really running on empty - relatively. We're not going to starve, but as (cleverly) housing benefits and the like stop as soon as you start work, we're not buying takeaways either! Hopefully we'll be OK, a bit better off even, as soon as the money (the tax credits/loan/pay) is sorted. I hate waiting on things like this. On the money subject (one of my favourites, to Becky's constant irritation), I've realized that I can get (from September) a student bus pass, for about (just over) £5 a week! This represents an amazing saving over the train/bus that I'm now taking, of about £15 a week. It actually takes me about an hour both ways at the moment, and I don't think there'll be much difference if I just got the bus - as much as I hate them, and one service in particular, being the one I'll have to use, the dreaded 62. I just love the part where it goes up into (a local town) New Marske, drives around it, then comes right back down the same road. If anything is more of a waste of 10 minutes of life, I'm hard pressed to think what it is. So I may give the buses a trial run, and see whether I can get to "work" on time.

And "work" it is, because to be honest, there doesn't seem to be that much of it. I got out at 2.40 on Friday, after having maybe done 10 minutes work the whole day (apart from going to a meeting for an hour, but I don't think talking about a works night out counts as work? I'll be going on it though, next Friday, perhaps we'll be working then?) which was actually me trying to come up with ideas for what I can do across the year. The current placement student Michael seems to think I should wait on "orders" though he freely admits these may not come for a while, if at all? I don't know. I feel guilty taking their money off them, surely it would be better spent on patients! Shouldn't complain I suppose, all I know is I'm ready, willing and able to do whatever they want me to do (well, ready and willing anyways) - if they don't use me it's not my problem.

Did my first 7.5 mile jog today! Ever since doing it, there's been this big vein sticking out on the side of my head, and my body feels like it's been in a car crash (in which I was killed). Honestly, I can't see me being able to run further...I did todays run in 1hr 15, so that puts me on target for about 2hrs 15 for the Great North Run. Bloody hell, not long to go, but I feel like I have a long way to go physically to reach that sort of time/distance. These new shoes aren't helping, I KNEW I shouldn't have got cheap Reeboks!