"I'm not the crazy one" He Said!

Thursday's are usually my intern day, at the hospital, but now they've offered me two or three day's a week as a paid intern, as I'm starting my PHD in September. Yes I will be a doctor of psychology - One day. God knows when, but I will be a Doctor!


So today I was called in. I got the phone call yesterday asking if I could come in. I jumped at the idea. Then thought, shit, that's it, I'm getting fired. I've made a patient kill themselves or something!
It was one of them moments when wrack your brain for anything you've ever done wrong. 
So after I managed to get no sleep. I showed up about half an hour early and sat nervously in my best work outfit. At least he could keep me on if he thought I looked good!
I got called in Matthew's office (He's the doctor I shadow) I sat there and we literally sat for about 10 minutes in awkward silence. I just sat and stared at him. I looked like I belonged in a group session as a patient!
When he spoke he said this:

"Well Isabelle, you've worker here for a while. You've been outstanding and I see you'll be starting your phd in the autumn." I agreed and kind of relaxed then he then said "Well we were wondering if you'd like to be a member of our team more than just one day a week?"

I was bloody shocked! I mean I new I'd get somewhere but this place is a private expensive hospital and I have a place there more permanently and better paid. Even more so when I get my PHD. 

So today has officially been amazing. But I haven't told you how I answered yet:

I said: "What are you crazy? I mean yeah, yes thank you!" Yes I called my boss crazy, the man who decides my future here crazy. To which he responded, "I'm not the crazy one, with the way you were staring at me earlier!" Oh god yes, he saw! I thought he was reading the papers about me, but he saw. At least he's proven he can crack a joke - hopefully!

Well I can't wait to no longer be Miss. Isabelle Williams but I'm going to be Dr.Isabelle Williams! WoopWoop! Then I will be able to say my favorite line ever "Trust me I'm a doctor!"

So tonight I'm partying with my ladies and get right royally drunk... Rock on Doctors!

Girls Just Wanna have Fun!

Well with my fella gone to Glasgow for the weekend, you know 'Boys-Weekend' me and Ashley are having a girly weekend of our own!


With our lovely house guest gone- which she's a bit down about that - I decided we were getting drunk  and fat!
So last night I took the night off to cheer us both up. Though, she should've been happy because either way her 'love of her life' was moving into the city as lucky beggar had got a job!


Well we had some pre-drinks in the flat and Ash informed me that we were meeting up with a few peoples from under-grad. This unfortunately meant a girl called Emma. Someone in which I absolutely DETEST with every fiber of my being!
It's all because when I was in second year of uni, we got the chance to go abroad to study for a month, brilliant opportunity. I know. Now, she was always interested in James since I brought him out for a student night and he was in a toga, so I could understand the instant fancy from her part. But, throughout the month of study she's sent messages to him over Facebook saying I'd been snogging other guys on night's out and I'd even slept with this guy on my course that had an absolute obvious crush on me. So enough said there.
Well, though he didn't trust her, of course he was a bit off with me, and it wasn't until I asked him what was up he told me what she'd being saying. In the end it got resolved because she admitted it was a "Joke". Who the f*ck jokes like that. The bitch!
Well, after that she would constantly flirt with him and be all over him. So I am honestly happy to say I hate the girl!


Well I got my favorite LBD on (Yes I looked hot. Sorry hotter than her) and we headed out.
It was really fun meeting up with the girls I hadn't seen in a while. We were drinking cocktails, laughing, joking and again drinking! 
Well we all had a few too many drinks, we were dancing on the clubs pole and what not. Then suddenly Emma and Ashley ended up dancing on the tables. The bouncer came over and decided we weren't allowed to do that and they had to go! But as it was a bit dark, despite the dance light's the bouncer missed Ash and grabbed me and Emma by mistake. So as I got escorted out of the building, despite my protest, I ended up sat on the curb, with Emma in tow. 


Well, we decided we'd sit there until Ash and the rest came out, then suddenly she burst into tears! Crying all because we'd been kicked out and that had never happened to her before! It got completely ridiculous, as she was completely plastered, and she actually thought that it would be a police matter. But worst of all, for her, her parents would find out. Now I did try really hard to resist my laughter, but the cocktails got the better of me and I was hysterically laughing at her, you know that kind of laughing that hurts your sides!
I did apologize and everything, but I guess we can call it payback, for what she did, as she was adamant that I got her kicked out and possibly gave her a criminal record - hilarious, I know!


Well there was no happy ever after between Emma and myself, as Ash eventually came out and we piled her in a taxi and she still blamed me.


Oh well I guess I've learned that, life is not a movie and you don't bond over things like getting kicked out of a club and if you've fallen out with someone for a reason, you probably aren't EVER going to be friends with them again.


Never mind, today I have nursed my hangover, threw up twice and decided that next time I go out, don't dress similar to or look like your best friend and you won't get kicked out of clubs in her place!

Birthday 'Bash' Needed!

I am officially not a fan of people!
Especially ones that eat in the restaurant in which I work.


Tonight, it was a birthday party for a girl turning 16. I had originally thought, wow, how mature - when I was 16 all I wanted to do was get wrecked.
But apparently so did they!


It started out OK, until they needed help taking orders, as they hadn't pre-ordered annoyingly. So I had to take all 23 of their orders. So I got round to the 'birthday girl' and she rhymed off her order of some fancy duck dish, then said, and "Could you bring me a bottle of the house red please". Well I'm sure I got a degree, but she obviously didn't know that and obviously thought I was stupider than I look.


She was sat there with a stupid sparkly 'I'm 16 today!' badge on. Now again.I MUST HAVE looked like an idiot! So as I thought she wasn't going to give in I said the typical "Have you got any ID?" to this she responded, "Well not on me, but it'll be fine"


Ok yes, I got annoyed as I was clearly being treat like and idiot and I responded as calmly as I could. "Listen, you were booked under as the part for a sixteen year old, you're wearing a sixteen year old's badge and I'm not serving you!" 


To this she threw her glass of water down me and demanded to speak to the manager for my 'unspeakable behavior towards her' - Unspeakable behavior? What? I was doing my bloody job! Plus I was not being treat like an idiot by a child!


Well after she basically whined to my boss, who was clearly trying to hide his laughter from the delusional girl and offered them a free bottle of un-alcoholic wine and said they'd serve it not say the difference to her friends. To be honest, I think all she deserved in this place, was a slap in the face, but to avoid losing this job, I didn't deliver the birthday present she oh so needed.


Anyhow, now that I am finally home after they all stumbled out of the restaurant thinking they were drunk. Hummm, placebo's do work it seems. What a case study the night has been for this psychologist!


Well again note to self, either don't have kids or make sure they're born like friggen old fashioned royals crossed between Einstein, smart and well behaved!


Time to die before I start again tomorrow with a party of oldies, and I speak from experience they're worse than blooming teenagers!

"Sunbathing W*nkers"

Just so you know, no matter how cynical or blatant you may think I am, I was not the one spouting out my title today. No, in fact, I was one of these 'Sunbathing W*ankers'.

There is something about kids, that get's me so pissed off. 

They must have been on study leave but they were so annoying!

Me and Ashley decided we enjoy a sunny day off by cracking out the crop tops and denim shorts and head down to the park to get our tans on! Now, there wasn't just us there, there was a couple of groups of people sunbathing. So we didn't look like complete losers.

We were lying on the grass, soaking in the rays, celeb style sunnies on, when suddenly, these kids came up to us. They were your typical group of kid, you know, some looked kinda chavvy, some had their girlfriends holding their hands, but never once speaking to them - When did kids become such losers? And such annoying tw*t's? They must have been about 15.

They were standing near us and shouting "Look as those Sunbathing W*ankers!"

Oh good lord. Even I could come up with better insults than that, and it was about myself!

I sat up and just looked at them, like WTF! They didn't back up so I piped up! 

"Shouldn't you be at school or something! Run home!" 

Then one had the audacity, to go, "I'd run home with you and give you a good f*cking!"

Oh good god!

Who actually says things like that? That aren't in porn?

I replayed with as little frustration as I could "Listen! Leave us alone, go home and watch different porn, because your lines are shit!"

That soon shut the little sh*t up! 

They left us alone, but we could here them shouting about us from a near by bench.

But, my stubbornness was not going to move us. We laid there for an hour or so before I got a phone call asking if I could cover a waitress' shift. To be honest, I though f*ck, as I spill everything when waiting on, that's why I applied to be a maitre d, and was lucky enough to get it! Plus it pays better.

So if you go in to a restaurant tonight, and get everything spilled over you - it may just be me that's spilling it!

Also, I think I've realised, if I have kids one day, they will have a tracker implanted and will be taught manners! Stupid kids!

'Oh What a Little Lady"

Father's Day, I may as well be honest with you all, is an awkward day of the year for me. My dad died when I was 8 of cancer. Plus, my mum didn't re-marry until I was 15, so though, my step-dad was always there for me, I effectively did grow up without a dad.

So, being away from home, I phoned my mother and had her put some flowers on my dad's grave for me. And I gave all my love and attention to James' dad, that me and James spent part of the day with.

See James had the reverse situation to me, his mum died from an illness when he was 12, so he grew up with just his dad from then, who didn't re-marry. Talk about a ice-breaker on our first date.

Week took his dad to lunch, who we hadn't really seen since we visited him at Christmas. So we took him for a really fancy lunch at a really posh restaurant in the city. You know the kind you have to book like six months in advance. Well, we got a place on such a busy day due to James' best friend is the head chef here. Well, going into our specially reserved seats, I felt like a celebrity, though I'm not sure how many celebrities have a, current, job as a  maitre d' and a one day a week internship as a psychologist at a hospital - Maybe I'll make a first!

Any how, we had a Gorgeous three course meal, then James had some emergency at work , he's a vet. So he had to literally run off. Leaving me and Joseph (His Dad) to walk home, because of course he drove us there, then took off to work. Typical James. Then again, I can't blame him for a dog impaling himself or something.

So we had a lovely stroll home by the river, but of course we didn't escape the rain, like the rest of the country. It was really nice chatting to him, I couldn't believe in all the time I've been with James, I'd never talked to his dad alone. I told him about my dad and he told me about his wife. It was rather sweet. But who did we run into, of course, you know it, Kyle, he wasn't with the 'girlfriend' this time he was with someone else I'd recognised. Oh. no. The guy I'd cheated on him with! Yes, his name is Tom, I literally hadn't seen Tom in years. 

As soon as they saw me they obviously started on some stupid comments about me, ones, that as we got closer, because louder, and more embarrassing! By, this point, I was completely unraveling my life story to Joseph as fast as I could and he got really mad.

I was actually sure he was going to phone James and tell him to dump me on the spot, but he didn't. He went over to Kyle and Tom and told them 'shove all their comments where the sun don't shine' (Yes, in those words, he is literally the sweetest man ever!) And told them if they spoke about me again that way, he'd certainly show them a thing or two about what 'getting back at someone' meant!

When we got home, he told me not to worry about telling James about the day, that we say we just had a nice, rainy, stroll home. 

When James got home he had a present for his dad. He didn't have an 'emergency' at work, he just desperately wanted to get his dad something to occupy his time - eg, a puppy!

Which, Miko didn't like in the slightest, and was quite happy when they got in the car to go home.

He got him a cocker spaniel puppy, and Joseph let me name her. So I looked on my DVD shelf where I always get the best ideas, and I got to the Lady and the Tramp, which meant it was fate. Her name was Lady!

James thought his dad needed a new woman in his life. 

Ask a vet, their answer is always an Animal!

The day of the house guest!

Well, as I was sound a sleep before a long day at the hospital. I got a mysterious phone call. Blank number. I'm quite curious and I thought, I might as well see who it is that is trying to ring me at 5am. So I answered. It was my best friend Ashley. She had all of a suddenly decided, someone she met literally two minutes ago, on a train (She wasn't drunk. But I'm not sure if that's worse or not because at least with drunk I can sort her out!) was the love of her life! The man she was 'Meant to be with'.

Yes, my best friend, a qualified lawyer, got a first in her degree, the most logical person I know. Has fallen in love with some guy with in two minutes of knowing him. 

Well. I thought I'd woke up in some dodgy dream, but no. It was happening. The only words I manged I hear you ask? "Oh Ashley. Why?"  Call me un-supportive but, I say me and James have been together nearly 5 years, the first year of that was us flickering in between the 'in a relationship' status and the 'single' one on Facebook. So love at first sight, is not something I'm under the illusion of, plus I've treated people for less at the hospital!

So, I was asked to meet her at the train station. I agreed, thinking that it would be later in the day. Oh no! She meant now! But, stupidly, I got my hoodie on, grabbed my car keys, and drove my arse to the train station. It was quite possibly out of curiosity I went. But any how. When I showed up, she looked like she'd won the x-factor, the lottery and got the worlds most perfect job all at once. Yes, this was a sure sign, that made incredible worry fill over me, this was the 'look of love' for Ashley. One which I hadn't seen in over a year since her 'messy' brake-up.

I got out the car and drudged over to do the awkward hello, and meet the, I must admit, incredibly gorgeous guy standing next to her. His name was Paul. He looked like a mix between Taylor Lautner (Well built eg fit, well from what could see, tanned. Dark hair) and Gavin Henson. Well when he was a bit younger. So not a bad match for Ashley.

They were seated opposite each other on the train back from Manchester. Yes, they both agreed it was love at first sight. *Sigh* and *Yawn*

He's a year older than us and was coming for a job interview at a school in the City. He was a high school teacher. God knows why! I'd rather suffer ten scary patients than a class of teenagers any day!

Ashley, of course insisted he stay with us. My better judgement should've refused. But Ashley said just lock my door and I have James to protect me. Who may I add was bemused by the entire situation.

Skip forward to the Friday night. He was pretty confident he'd got the job, but had a couple more interviews in the following week. By this point. He'd wooed his way in to my boyfriends good books and I suppose he wasn't a creepy serial killer as far as I could tell but go psychologist on him. He was nice. But I'm not convinced about this 'love at first sight' stuff. Call me a cynic but surely it's jsut infatuation. Right?

We went out that night and he even had a go at some guy (Now nicknamed Mr. Gropey) who at different points, in front of us, tried it on, quite strongly with me and Ashley. So, he may not be the man who's meant to be, in my eyes, but at least he tick's the night in shining Armour box - Which is always a bonus.

So my new house guest, has been offered to stay until his interviews are finished, but I have a feeling that's the last I've seen on him, especially if Ashley has her way. Which she usually does!

So I've realised something from this experience-

-Don't answer to unknown numbers, you may just end up, falling asleep at work and in a worst case scenario, with a new house guest!

ps I shall let you know how it goes!

Ex-terminate!

I once hoped that when I broke up with my ex, I'd NEVER see him again, but sadly that is NOT the case!

He seems to have cropped his head up far too often over the past few years with James. 

His name is Kyle, now we only went out for like just under a year, and he wasn't even my first. But he is literally a creep!

He's not obsessed with us or anything, but he's always so smarmy when he's around me. Like so sexual. If he got my physical he would be on a sex offenders list... But, as if he would. Before we went out, we'd know each other since primary school, like close family's the lot... yes, I know, why did we go out? Well, sex at 16 was cool because he was 19 at the time!

So we went out, I'll be honest, I thought it was brill at the time, he had a job and everything, took me to bars... But, I'll be honest I cheated on him with a work colleague, so our relationship didn't work out.... I personally don't think he ever got over it, so now, every time he see's me, I can guarantee that I will get at least a peck on the cheek and a squeeze of my bum.
Yes, he's one of those. You know the type, reckon's he's a player, but, totally isn't!

Well, I was at my day job at the restaurant, and who walks in?
None other than him! Of course, I wasn't sure it was him to begin with, because he was behind a crowd of 10, but, it's me, so of course it was him!
I started getting all nervous to see him, all I needed was him, in this city at my job. Well as he approached me, I was totally frustrated by the fact he was here. I thought my gran had told him or something. That I didn't even realise who he was with. He had a date! He was all over her! Like in a get a room way!
I wasn't hurt or anything, just annoyed that he get's told absolutely everything from my life from the folks and I always get left in the dark about him. Typical.

Anyway, I was so professional about it, I had them seated and seen to. Then he waved me over when his date went to the loo. This is what he said to me:
"Hi Issi, didn't know you worked here." In such an obvious tone. Of course he knew I worked here!
We chatted for a brief moment then, out of the blue I got, "We could go back to mine when I drop Kate off for a drink if you like. You know to 'catch up'" I was like WTF!!!! Who does that?!
See I told you smarmy.
I was generally speechless, and just walked back to the front of the restaurant. I didn't even have a clue how to respond without slapping him, but of course that would get me fired! So I simply ignored him.
As he was leaving, he actually had the cheek to squeeze my bum, which, made me jump and squeak in front of my boss and colleagues. How embarrassing!

Everyone was like whats wrong?' but I told them, it was one of those 'someones walked over your grave' moments.

I actually feel sorry for this Kate, or genuinely admire her for putting up with him, I'm not sure yet!

Anyway. I think I've learned that ex's are best kept separate from, well, EVERYTHING. Or need to disappear off the face of the earth in my case!
Especially if there nutters, like mine!

Oh how, I wish for the simpler days, that when you dumped someone, they just didn't play stuck-in-the-mud with you a play-time!

Live, laugh and lovely patients...

I mentioned in my first post that I intern once a week at a psychiatric hospital. As I have been doing so since the start of my post-grad. Now, you may think, 'Oh dear lord', but some people there are lovely. Some go out of depression, or stress. Some, however have more serious issues. I wouldn't have studied it if I didn't love the work.


I have studied in this subject for four years now. But, the people you come across never cease to baffle me! There is one man there that I see every week and he is the nicest man I have ever met in my life. He is so sweet and persists to ask me out every week... You really do meet fascinating people.


There is only once I've ever been scared. Due to the fact I was shadowing a senior psychiatrist, which is usually always ace, but this time, a suicidal man had been admitted by his family. 
He was so calm during his session with the doctor, I actually thought there didn't seem much need for the guard. Until he just suddenly lashed out at everyone! He was grabbing anything and throwing it at us, then hitting himself with random objects from around the room. It was terrifying. I got bruised  on my head, by the clip-board he'd grabbed off the psychiatrist. It had turned out he had a mild form of Dissociative identity disorder (Which you may know as multiple personality disorder) He was seemingly normal one moment then terrifying the next. He is the one and only person I've requested I NEVER see again.


But the oddest moment so far in this career was when I was on a night out one night with a few girly friends. We were out in a lovely sophisticated bar, you know one of those students can't really afford, but we went anyhow and we were dancing and drinking. Then, I went to get a drink. As I was standing by the bar when this random guy came up to me.
I didn't initially recognize him, but then it hit me. Only two weeks ago he was released from hospital care, and the psychiatrist I was shadowing was his psychiatrist, I knew him. I'd known everything about him, it was so odd. He was admitted six months ago due to stress/depression. But despite that, we chatted with, of course, and awkward tone coming from me.  
As, I thought, he was leaving, he came close to me, funnily enough, that didn't bother me, but him asking me out did. He said that apparently 'he'd fell for me in hospital!' Now despite his previous problems, which didn't bother me, it was the fact I have James. I told him so, as gently as I could (I I didn't want to make him go back into hospital)  But he surprisingly was completely fine with it. He said his goodbyes, but did insist on me having his number and vice-versa, and now we he's like a best friend!


So, some people you judge because they have had 'illnesses' and been in those kind of hospitals' (As I've heard them being called) actually can be just like you and me, except they've just managed to admit they need help and have got it!


They really have taught me to live, laugh and love!

Sweet Like Chocolate...

Well I've started this blog due to my recent move to a new City.
I've just finished my post-grad in psychology. So yes, watch out, I can read you like a book.

Though, my new job is in hosting. I am the host at quite the snazzy restaurant. Though I do intern once a week in a psychiatric hospital

This blog is about my life in the world and what shenanigans that may entail.
I live in a medium-sized flat with my boyfriend (James) of nearly 5 years. We have a cat called Miko. Just a bit of extra info for you there!


When I finished my post-grad I was under absolutely no illusion that I would waltz straight into a job, especially not one that would allow me to live in a mansion in Chelsea. But I had hoped for more than a one-day-a-week intern... God damn the country for lack of crazy people will to pay for treatment.


Never mind. I have started this to also help me realise what you can learn outside of education. Because with uni, you know whats on the syllabus and therefore, you know what to do to get it right, whereas, life is like a box of chocolates, and you never know what you're going to get, or what you have to do with that to get it right. 


Get ready for my installments on life, love, jobs, and simply what it's like to grow up and have to live in the big bad box of chocolates!