I don't really like surprises

I got in the car after work today, to boy squarking at me. A bit of a surprise, since it was half eight at night. Something about the nursery's rabbit. More accurately "MUMMYTULIPMUMMYTHERABBIT!!!" so yeah ... it turns out none of the nursery workers could take the nursery rabbit home for the weekend. One girl could have, but had no car to drive her home, so would've come in twice a day to feed the poor thing. So boy volunteers our house, in cahoots with grandpa.

Brilliant. At least I'm working all this weekend. Grandpa can reap what he's sown.

So, anyway, I've started this apprenticeship with the equivalent of an NVQ in English and Maths, part of our company's training programme (the stop between bottomfeeder and wannabe management). I'm in like, the first cycle of the training programme where we need to do it. It sucks. I got AAC in my Maths and English (A for literature, C for language). But the manager in charge says that because it's been more than three years since my GCSE's, I have to do it again. It's been more like 10 years, which is really effing freaky. I hate the programme. Sorry, I do. One multiple choice question in the maths inital assessment (it's online, radio buttons) was 'which number below is three?' ... that's not maths. And frankly, if you don't know, why the hell are you attempting management? At least refresh me on quadratic equations. Promote me reading Shakespeare, Dostoevsky or Tolstoy. Not ask me if I can recognise a flipping number. I actually feel myself getting stupider doing the questions. Still - means to an end. My English tutor's going to call next week, will try not to bitch too much.

I'm reading a really interesting book at the moment. It's called The Eternal Ones by Kirsten Miller. It's almost like an idea I had for a book, but executed much, much better than I was imagining.

This girl has flashes of past lives, and sees this celebrity on TV one day when she's 17. She realises he was her husband in a previous life, the guy she's been seeing in these flashes. But her gran is a bible basher and decides that when she talks of her past live's love, she's being posessed, so she has to run away to find him. He remembers her, in all their lives, and that's as far as I've gotten. I'm not quite halfway through, but I've been working since I picked it up. It's actually more interesting than I've made it sound, but I'm curious about where it's going.

My idea was for the visions, but not the reincarnation aspect. That's blown my mind lol. The sequel's not out until next year, which all my favourite books are doing right now (House of Night, Private) ... *sigh*

I swear, I will talk about Florida by the way. I think I'm waiting for the whole 'I miss America' bit to fade.