Today I have got to have a geek day. What I'm about to tell you does help explain why my flat stays in the "skank mess" that it is, not that I feel I have to explain my dirty habits or anything.
You see today at work I was given a new job. I am now in charge of referrals for one of the wards. As such I got to sit down with the person who used to be in charge of it and learn the new process.
Once I had done that I got to write out a list of my tasks, summarise the plan back to the person teaching me and then write bullet points, breaking down each task in the list so that I had process fully mapped out.
After this I got to format my spreadsheet. My days, do I love to format my own spreadsheets.
I broke down each sector into name, ward and place. Allowed space for date and times of assessments to be clearly marked out, and factored in checklists to ensure all paperwork had been gathered and properly filed away.
In case this was a little tough to read I then formatted the table so that certain boxes shone different colours depending on the answer that was entered. I then sat back in my chair and marvelled at the beauty of my new absolutely gorgeous baby.
And it's not even finished yet! Tomorrow I get to correspond the table with the electronic documents so that they are one click away from accessing, start entering data whilst creating folders to add an extra sense of organisation and send out an email showing off my new baby for all to marvel and adore!
I am not kidding, the whole experience has been the best thing to happen to me this month. Not to mention that I have not been this physically attracted to something I've created on excel in a while. Who needs healthy relationships with loving partners when you have data, a computer and the ability to conditionally format?
...
Now that you see how much love and effort I put into my work can you blame me for not having any energy left to spare when I get home?
I know I'm going to have awesome dreams about this day tonight.
Peace out my lovelies.
Wednesday, 12 October 2011
Tuesday, 11 October 2011
I'm going to show you something that I won't even let my neighbouring friends see... Yes that makes you special. You're welcome.
I'm beginning to panic. I have people potentially looking around my flat this Saturday and I have not yet done a thing about it.
Remember how I occasionally mention I'm a clutter person? Well it might not surprise people to know that that description was a bit of an understatement.
Since I've been blogging for a while now I feel we've formed a bond. We are a tight and formidable unit. Just me and the Internet.... Or more likely, just me and 0.000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001% of the internet (give or take a couple thousand 0's).
As such I feel I can let you into a little secret that (I'm not going to lie) may very well have you cowering away from me in disgust. The clutter I have before mentioned? Well it might be a little closer to a skanky mess.
You see, I spend my working days organising two consultants. As such I spend 9:00-6:00 living a life based around routine, structure, spreadsheets, lists and organisation. Due to this I find I need an outlet, somewhere to not have to organise or tidy anything. I decided that that place is the place that I live. Tonight I will disclose to you just how bad my 'clutter' is... I warn you, it ain't pretty.
Can you begin to see my predicament? In just four days I have to make this flat look presentable and tonight, just like last night, I have not got home from work until gone 8.
I've got to be honest with you, I'm a little concerned I might not get this done in time.
Also on top of that I wrote a note on my hand today because I couldn't find any paper and after I have scrubbed at it several times it would appear that I have used some form of permanent ink.
I shall leave you all wondering just what could be happening on 22nd
November at 10am whilst I desperately try to de-skank myself. Wish me luck!!
Peace out my lovelies.
Remember how I occasionally mention I'm a clutter person? Well it might not surprise people to know that that description was a bit of an understatement.
Since I've been blogging for a while now I feel we've formed a bond. We are a tight and formidable unit. Just me and the Internet.... Or more likely, just me and 0.000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001% of the internet (give or take a couple thousand 0's).
As such I feel I can let you into a little secret that (I'm not going to lie) may very well have you cowering away from me in disgust. The clutter I have before mentioned? Well it might be a little closer to a skanky mess.
You see, I spend my working days organising two consultants. As such I spend 9:00-6:00 living a life based around routine, structure, spreadsheets, lists and organisation. Due to this I find I need an outlet, somewhere to not have to organise or tidy anything. I decided that that place is the place that I live. Tonight I will disclose to you just how bad my 'clutter' is... I warn you, it ain't pretty.
Can you begin to see my predicament? In just four days I have to make this flat look presentable and tonight, just like last night, I have not got home from work until gone 8.
I've got to be honest with you, I'm a little concerned I might not get this done in time.
Also on top of that I wrote a note on my hand today because I couldn't find any paper and after I have scrubbed at it several times it would appear that I have used some form of permanent ink.
I shall leave you all wondering just what could be happening on 22nd
November at 10am whilst I desperately try to de-skank myself. Wish me luck!!
Peace out my lovelies.
It's shameful plug for Younger-Brother-Daniel time again
Younger-Brother-Daniel has done a new video. Check it out... although I warn you. The thing scared the CRAP out of me so... you know... be careful and shizzle.
Also he did a new Brain Fart Bill and since I am starting to consider this particular cartoon character as a guy I could very much fall in love with one day, I'm going to plug him as well...
Brain Fart Bill part 3
That is all. Shall see you all soon.
Also he did a new Brain Fart Bill and since I am starting to consider this particular cartoon character as a guy I could very much fall in love with one day, I'm going to plug him as well...
Brain Fart Bill part 3
That is all. Shall see you all soon.
Monday, 10 October 2011
Flat viewing and a welcome long lost greeting to a way of life I had really started to miss.
Big big weekend this weekend. Looked at six houses with new flatmate Anna (nickname to be confirmed. Still haven't decided yet).
Also to come with us was Anna's boyfriend Karl. He has proven himself very useful to have around. I am very grateful to Anna who had the sense six months ago to start dating that one. Because she was so forward thinking we had a lift to each and every one of the flats and we didn't have to walk to one once. Karl and his car were very appreciated.
We liked two out of the six we were looking at. This fact was pretty redundant as each and every one of the estate agents who showed us around said that we were a little early in our looking for flats. I don't know what they're talking about. I find almost two months early perfectly fine.
One down point to the day however was that neither of us got to play 'Daddy's little rich girl' which is soooo my favourite game to play when flat hunting.
The game is us finding a flat that is so unbelievably out of our price range (or anyone without their own yacht's price range if I'm more accurate) and ask for a showing in amongst our more serious views.
This game is then heightened by putting on our most poshest of voices and view the flat whilst having conversations like:
Me: What do you think Annabel? Do you find the rooms spacious enough?
Anna: Well the second master bedroom seemed a little pokey for my liking but I know daddy would absolutely love the balcony.
Me: Oh darling, I know what you mean! And have you seen the dining room? Think of the dinner parties!
Anna: I have already considered that! It would be smashing wouldn't it? The one thing I worry about is the rent.
Me: Yes my dear, I know what you mean, it is a little out of our price range isn't it?
Anna: I worry daddy won't approve.
Me: Mine too... Well we will just have to tell them straight. This is the most expensive that they do on a renting basis. And after all we really could benefit from slumming it for a while, think of what we could learn?
Anna: You are right Lisa, it would really give us a chance to get in touch with the less fortunate people of our age.
And so on and so forth. It is awesome game. However the flat I did try to get a viewing for on the day had an unavailable land lord so we will have to wait to play that game another time. Damn.
In other news: almost in response to my last post where I shared my surprise on the kindness offered to me from Claire-The-Bully, she invited me to the bullies lair with Rachael-The-Bully and offered to pay for curry!
I accepted though part of me worried that there was a hidden agenda where they were going to fatten me and then roast me alive or something. However when I got there I felt a lot more at home with the whole situation.
To fully explain this next conversation I should probably explain that there was a very large chance I took double the amount of happy pills I should have taken on Sat because I couldn't remember if I had already taken one for the day and I'm on such a high dose that if I miss one I feel pretty crappy about it, so I though "better safe than sorry."
However when I reached the Bullies lair it became a little apparent that I may have OD'ed as I was more than a little talkative, leading to the following conversation.
Claire-The-Bully and Rachael-The-Bully have been shortened to CTB and RTB.
(Whilst watching X Factor)
Me: I really like her, I think she'll go far.
CTB: So you said about a minute ago.
Me: (Sniffs and grumbles incoherently to CTB) Well I think she's awesome.
Pause
Me: (Starts singing the song that had just been sung)
CTB: What is wrong with you tonight Lisa? You have not shut up since you got here. I'd understand if you had been home all day but you've been out in company! Aren't you tired yet?
Me: ... There's a small chance I may have OD'ed on happy pills today.
RTB: I'm going to say that that is a really big chance.
Me: Damn... Sorry, this might not be pleasant for either of you then.
CTB: You think?
Pause as Gary Barlow comes on the screen
Me: You know what Take That song I really like of his and have been listening to again and again recently? (When I hear no response I take that to mean "Go on Lisa, we'd really like to know" and so continue) Rule the world.
Pause. No reaction is given from either Bullies.
Me: I think I'm going to have that as my first dance at my wedding.
RTB: Really? You sure you don't want "Rabbit Rabbit" from Chaz and Dave?
CTB falls into fits of laughter behind me and I nod my head, oddly at peace with the conversation.
Me: And suddenly it feels right again. You buy me food on the condition that I eat it whilst listening to you insult me. This feels a lot more balanced now, I no longer feel uncomfortable about the change in situation or worry about having to respond to a compliment from you. Thanks.
CTB: Don't mention it mate.
RTB: Glad to help.
And I am genuinely glad it's gone back to normal. I was slightly freaked out for a while that they had changed completely. But gladly they haven't and I can go back to the snide comments and gorgeous insults that make our friendship work so well.
Peace out my lovelies.
Also to come with us was Anna's boyfriend Karl. He has proven himself very useful to have around. I am very grateful to Anna who had the sense six months ago to start dating that one. Because she was so forward thinking we had a lift to each and every one of the flats and we didn't have to walk to one once. Karl and his car were very appreciated.
We liked two out of the six we were looking at. This fact was pretty redundant as each and every one of the estate agents who showed us around said that we were a little early in our looking for flats. I don't know what they're talking about. I find almost two months early perfectly fine.
One down point to the day however was that neither of us got to play 'Daddy's little rich girl' which is soooo my favourite game to play when flat hunting.
The game is us finding a flat that is so unbelievably out of our price range (or anyone without their own yacht's price range if I'm more accurate) and ask for a showing in amongst our more serious views.
This game is then heightened by putting on our most poshest of voices and view the flat whilst having conversations like:
Me: What do you think Annabel? Do you find the rooms spacious enough?
Anna: Well the second master bedroom seemed a little pokey for my liking but I know daddy would absolutely love the balcony.
Me: Oh darling, I know what you mean! And have you seen the dining room? Think of the dinner parties!
Anna: I have already considered that! It would be smashing wouldn't it? The one thing I worry about is the rent.
Me: Yes my dear, I know what you mean, it is a little out of our price range isn't it?
Anna: I worry daddy won't approve.
Me: Mine too... Well we will just have to tell them straight. This is the most expensive that they do on a renting basis. And after all we really could benefit from slumming it for a while, think of what we could learn?
Anna: You are right Lisa, it would really give us a chance to get in touch with the less fortunate people of our age.
And so on and so forth. It is awesome game. However the flat I did try to get a viewing for on the day had an unavailable land lord so we will have to wait to play that game another time. Damn.
In other news: almost in response to my last post where I shared my surprise on the kindness offered to me from Claire-The-Bully, she invited me to the bullies lair with Rachael-The-Bully and offered to pay for curry!
I accepted though part of me worried that there was a hidden agenda where they were going to fatten me and then roast me alive or something. However when I got there I felt a lot more at home with the whole situation.
To fully explain this next conversation I should probably explain that there was a very large chance I took double the amount of happy pills I should have taken on Sat because I couldn't remember if I had already taken one for the day and I'm on such a high dose that if I miss one I feel pretty crappy about it, so I though "better safe than sorry."
However when I reached the Bullies lair it became a little apparent that I may have OD'ed as I was more than a little talkative, leading to the following conversation.
Claire-The-Bully and Rachael-The-Bully have been shortened to CTB and RTB.
(Whilst watching X Factor)
Me: I really like her, I think she'll go far.
CTB: So you said about a minute ago.
Me: (Sniffs and grumbles incoherently to CTB) Well I think she's awesome.
Pause
Me: (Starts singing the song that had just been sung)
CTB: What is wrong with you tonight Lisa? You have not shut up since you got here. I'd understand if you had been home all day but you've been out in company! Aren't you tired yet?
Me: ... There's a small chance I may have OD'ed on happy pills today.
RTB: I'm going to say that that is a really big chance.
Me: Damn... Sorry, this might not be pleasant for either of you then.
CTB: You think?
Pause as Gary Barlow comes on the screen
Me: You know what Take That song I really like of his and have been listening to again and again recently? (When I hear no response I take that to mean "Go on Lisa, we'd really like to know" and so continue) Rule the world.
Pause. No reaction is given from either Bullies.
Me: I think I'm going to have that as my first dance at my wedding.
RTB: Really? You sure you don't want "Rabbit Rabbit" from Chaz and Dave?
CTB falls into fits of laughter behind me and I nod my head, oddly at peace with the conversation.
Me: And suddenly it feels right again. You buy me food on the condition that I eat it whilst listening to you insult me. This feels a lot more balanced now, I no longer feel uncomfortable about the change in situation or worry about having to respond to a compliment from you. Thanks.
CTB: Don't mention it mate.
RTB: Glad to help.
And I am genuinely glad it's gone back to normal. I was slightly freaked out for a while that they had changed completely. But gladly they haven't and I can go back to the snide comments and gorgeous insults that make our friendship work so well.
Peace out my lovelies.
Friday, 7 October 2011
Sssh!! Don't move! You'll spook her.
Claire-The-Bully is being uncharacteristically nice to me at the moment. I don't want to complain about it because it's not necessarily a bad thing, but still... It unnerves me. I can't help but feel incredibly suspicious.
It's not even a case of easing up on the insults when we're together, that in itself is weird when she does it. Or even complimenting me on a night out, which does usually leave me with icy chills, thinking about what the connotations could be of such an act. No, today she has gone out of her way to be nice to me... twice!!
My impulse reaction to this has been "what does she want?" or "how badly has she hit her head?" I've even considered that she's currently going through her own form of Groundhog day and I have been betting against myself on how many times she's experienced this day this time round. At the moment I'm leaning toward somewhere between her 50th and 60th turn.
Regardless of the reason, she has been highly attentive and supportive of this blog today. She has advertised it on her facebook and her twitter (her twitter account does only have five followers but still, it's the thought that counts). There has even been one point where her friend commented and said he found the stuff a bit 'out there' (which is totally valid as he was talking about my no neck/no sense of humour post earlier in the week which even I considered as a little bizarre) and Claire-The-Bully totally stood up for me! Not even I would have done that for that post!
I am highly grateful for the complimenting and over all 'Lisa love' I have been experiencing from her corner but at the same time I've been kind of frozen in reaction to it. To me, her kindness is like catching sight of an animal in the wild, I'm afraid if I make any sudden movements or sounds I'll spook it away... But then if I don't respond I fear I may bore it and it will go away anyway... Tis a tricky one.
So I have decided that instead I will just talk about it candidly on here, fully aware that she'll probably respond with some kind of snide or witty remark as she returns to her normal self. Meanwhile I will secretly hold on to the small proof I have that somewhere, deep deep inside that tough and sarcastic exterior there is a woman who puts up with me - nay - even likes me.
By the way, I haven't spoken about the Bullies in a while so if that whole post baffled you and you would like to know what makes Claire such a bully click here.
Peace out my lovelies and have an awesome weekend.
It's not even a case of easing up on the insults when we're together, that in itself is weird when she does it. Or even complimenting me on a night out, which does usually leave me with icy chills, thinking about what the connotations could be of such an act. No, today she has gone out of her way to be nice to me... twice!!
My impulse reaction to this has been "what does she want?" or "how badly has she hit her head?" I've even considered that she's currently going through her own form of Groundhog day and I have been betting against myself on how many times she's experienced this day this time round. At the moment I'm leaning toward somewhere between her 50th and 60th turn.
Regardless of the reason, she has been highly attentive and supportive of this blog today. She has advertised it on her facebook and her twitter (her twitter account does only have five followers but still, it's the thought that counts). There has even been one point where her friend commented and said he found the stuff a bit 'out there' (which is totally valid as he was talking about my no neck/no sense of humour post earlier in the week which even I considered as a little bizarre) and Claire-The-Bully totally stood up for me! Not even I would have done that for that post!
I am highly grateful for the complimenting and over all 'Lisa love' I have been experiencing from her corner but at the same time I've been kind of frozen in reaction to it. To me, her kindness is like catching sight of an animal in the wild, I'm afraid if I make any sudden movements or sounds I'll spook it away... But then if I don't respond I fear I may bore it and it will go away anyway... Tis a tricky one.
So I have decided that instead I will just talk about it candidly on here, fully aware that she'll probably respond with some kind of snide or witty remark as she returns to her normal self. Meanwhile I will secretly hold on to the small proof I have that somewhere, deep deep inside that tough and sarcastic exterior there is a woman who puts up with me - nay - even likes me.
By the way, I haven't spoken about the Bullies in a while so if that whole post baffled you and you would like to know what makes Claire such a bully click here.
Peace out my lovelies and have an awesome weekend.
Thursday, 6 October 2011
To review or not to review, that is... Well not the question, but it has some of the same words in it.
I'm off to the cinema for the second time this week. For those of you avid readers, you may have noticed I have a film review blog attached to this one that states the last time I saw a film was two months ago. This blog lies.
You see I actually restarted this whole blogging experience this year by starting up my film blog again. This was going to be my only source of blogging. I had no plans to talk about crap and share my psychoses with the whole world, I was just simply going to be a kickass reviewer.
But then one day I met Younger-Brother-Daniel in London and he spent the whole day trying to see how gullible I could be. From this I had an urge to tell the world about my own confusions, I needed to vent to the world just how possible it was that squirrels only existed in England.
So in my lunch break one day, I clicked on another blog I hadn't used since I was a teenager. A blog that I had shamefully failed to regularly update back in the days Older-Brother-Glyn and his friends found it to be the new craze. A blog called "Random thoughts of a plum." But no matter how I tried to get my friends to use it, they were all far more interested in their myspace accounts and this brand new site that was starting to become popular called "Facebook." I had failed to update it then and I had let it fade away into nothing, a redundant site that did nothing but clog up google searches when people looked for tattoos of zombies on face or bad Pizza Hut service.
Then March of this year I placed my squirrel ponderments (new word that I just made up, you're welcome) on this blog and something came over me, something strange, something obsessive. Suddenly my life was sectioned into randomthoughts posts and my head was spinning with ways to eloquently put together the musings of my day.
For a while I tried to keep both blogs updated. If I'm honest I'm pretty impressed with how long I lasted but lately???? Well lately I have found there is not enough time in my life to do all the writing I want to do.
Don't get me wrong! If I had the choice I would totally live at home and get paid to write blogs and novels all day, but alas my time for this has not arrived yet so I have to make do.
As such, I have become highly lazy in the film review side. This is something that Film-Buddy-Kezia will not thank me for as she has already threatened to hurt me for every review I fail to write (I'm up to about 25 lashes). I feel tempted to just take down the site altogether but then I worry that with it I destroy a part of me... Yes I know how melodramatic that sounds but I'm okay with it.
Mainly I'm worried that if I take down the site then I will be essentially destroying the Internet life of Film-Buddy-Kezia. Yes I know she'll still live on regardless of whether or not I talk about her on there. But the internet version? What will become of her? If I stop, how will the world know exactly what films she's seen and when she's seen them? How will they be aware of her witty banter or completely bad opinions of films? If I stop, I worry she'll simply fade away.
Of course then I realise that due to not updating the blog in a long time, whatever small amount of viewers it did have, have now trailed off to look at more committed sites and actually, should I take it down, the only person who would notice would be me... And possibly Kezia.
And now I've realised I've written an extremely long post on something that I know in the long run I'll be too chicken to do and so it will continue to sit there, festering away whilst possibly offering the odd review to anyone who hasn't seen Tangled yet.
Hmmmm. I'm beginning to realise that my blogs might actually just be another excuse for me to procrastinate.
Peace out my lovelies.
You see I actually restarted this whole blogging experience this year by starting up my film blog again. This was going to be my only source of blogging. I had no plans to talk about crap and share my psychoses with the whole world, I was just simply going to be a kickass reviewer.
But then one day I met Younger-Brother-Daniel in London and he spent the whole day trying to see how gullible I could be. From this I had an urge to tell the world about my own confusions, I needed to vent to the world just how possible it was that squirrels only existed in England.
So in my lunch break one day, I clicked on another blog I hadn't used since I was a teenager. A blog that I had shamefully failed to regularly update back in the days Older-Brother-Glyn and his friends found it to be the new craze. A blog called "Random thoughts of a plum." But no matter how I tried to get my friends to use it, they were all far more interested in their myspace accounts and this brand new site that was starting to become popular called "Facebook." I had failed to update it then and I had let it fade away into nothing, a redundant site that did nothing but clog up google searches when people looked for tattoos of zombies on face or bad Pizza Hut service.
Then March of this year I placed my squirrel ponderments (new word that I just made up, you're welcome) on this blog and something came over me, something strange, something obsessive. Suddenly my life was sectioned into randomthoughts posts and my head was spinning with ways to eloquently put together the musings of my day.
For a while I tried to keep both blogs updated. If I'm honest I'm pretty impressed with how long I lasted but lately???? Well lately I have found there is not enough time in my life to do all the writing I want to do.
Don't get me wrong! If I had the choice I would totally live at home and get paid to write blogs and novels all day, but alas my time for this has not arrived yet so I have to make do.
As such, I have become highly lazy in the film review side. This is something that Film-Buddy-Kezia will not thank me for as she has already threatened to hurt me for every review I fail to write (I'm up to about 25 lashes). I feel tempted to just take down the site altogether but then I worry that with it I destroy a part of me... Yes I know how melodramatic that sounds but I'm okay with it.
Mainly I'm worried that if I take down the site then I will be essentially destroying the Internet life of Film-Buddy-Kezia. Yes I know she'll still live on regardless of whether or not I talk about her on there. But the internet version? What will become of her? If I stop, how will the world know exactly what films she's seen and when she's seen them? How will they be aware of her witty banter or completely bad opinions of films? If I stop, I worry she'll simply fade away.
Of course then I realise that due to not updating the blog in a long time, whatever small amount of viewers it did have, have now trailed off to look at more committed sites and actually, should I take it down, the only person who would notice would be me... And possibly Kezia.
And now I've realised I've written an extremely long post on something that I know in the long run I'll be too chicken to do and so it will continue to sit there, festering away whilst possibly offering the odd review to anyone who hasn't seen Tangled yet.
Hmmmm. I'm beginning to realise that my blogs might actually just be another excuse for me to procrastinate.
Peace out my lovelies.
Wednesday, 5 October 2011
Things are moving forward and I'm worried I'm too lazy to keep up.
My letting agent rang me up yesterday asking me if they could come round with possible renters to view my flat. This, I felt was a little rushed as I still have until the end of November before I need to move out and it will take at least six weeks to make my clutter look ... Well... Non-cluttery.
It also freaks me out that people are already interested in my flat and I haven't even looked at one to move into! Damn it, it feels like I only just moved in!
I am really looking forward to the 'moving in with Anna' part. By living with me I guess she will become a regular feature on this thing.. Wow, I haven't even given her a nickname on my blog yet, I shall have to rectify that rather promptly!
Anna is introducing a piano into the mix. Dude, it is going to be one long episode of Glee! Our neighbours are going to love us!
This is all very exciting and personally I cannot wait for this next year but it's the bit in between that is going to suck. The bit where I have to find a flat, pack stuff, move stuff, end old bills, start new ones, realise that I forgot to end one of the bills and continue to pay for two flats instead of one, have to start up my old business and hang around the red light district again for 'one last sale' until I manage to afford to live again. It's all very fiddly and almost hardly ever enjoyable.
But come January, once I'm settled and I've had the all clear from my check up at the local clinic then life shall be fun again... With the added bonus of actually having money!
...
I feel I should justify myself to my parents who have recently got into reading this thing... When I say 'red light district' I mean selling leaflets outside KFC, and when I say 'all clear from the clinic' I mean the Overdraft clinic at my bank where they shake my hand, pat me on the head and tell me I'm an awesome person for having credit in my account.
Yeah.
Peace out my lovelies.
It also freaks me out that people are already interested in my flat and I haven't even looked at one to move into! Damn it, it feels like I only just moved in!
I am really looking forward to the 'moving in with Anna' part. By living with me I guess she will become a regular feature on this thing.. Wow, I haven't even given her a nickname on my blog yet, I shall have to rectify that rather promptly!
Anna is introducing a piano into the mix. Dude, it is going to be one long episode of Glee! Our neighbours are going to love us!
This is all very exciting and personally I cannot wait for this next year but it's the bit in between that is going to suck. The bit where I have to find a flat, pack stuff, move stuff, end old bills, start new ones, realise that I forgot to end one of the bills and continue to pay for two flats instead of one, have to start up my old business and hang around the red light district again for 'one last sale' until I manage to afford to live again. It's all very fiddly and almost hardly ever enjoyable.
But come January, once I'm settled and I've had the all clear from my check up at the local clinic then life shall be fun again... With the added bonus of actually having money!
...
I feel I should justify myself to my parents who have recently got into reading this thing... When I say 'red light district' I mean selling leaflets outside KFC, and when I say 'all clear from the clinic' I mean the Overdraft clinic at my bank where they shake my hand, pat me on the head and tell me I'm an awesome person for having credit in my account.
Yeah.
Peace out my lovelies.
Just a quickie
Just a quick one, the real post will be coming later today, but I wanted to bring to your attention Younger-Brother-Daniel's new comic strips "Brain Fart Bill."
The second link in partciular had me laughing.
Introduction of Brain Fart Bill
Brain Fart Bill watches Doctor Who
I have a feeling I'm going to like this 'Bill' character.
The second link in partciular had me laughing.
Introduction of Brain Fart Bill
Brain Fart Bill watches Doctor Who
I have a feeling I'm going to like this 'Bill' character.
Tuesday, 4 October 2011
You know it's a good day when only half the usual amount of hair falls out.
Line-Manager-Monica is back from holiday today. I could not be happier.
This past week has been 7 days of running around juggling 16 balls, 24 knives, 12 jagged rocks, and 6 fireballs. No I don't work in a circus. And yes, with that talent I really should.
But today I had her back! Huzzah! This did mean that I didn't have so much to do in my covering work but most importantly when Line-Manager-Monica comes back, with her comes my back bone.
You see I have this really nasty habit of saying yes to everything asked of me. If someone comes to my office and says "hey Lisa could you just pop this over for me?" or "Lisa could you do me a favour and drop everything you're doing to do this thing as favour for me? it'll probably take all day but I'll be so grateful," if they do this, I physically cannot think of a single reason why I would say no to them. Not one. Even if just ten minutes earlier I had been crying into my coffee over the sheer amount of work I have to do and the severe lack of hours in which to do it. The moment that person asks me, I end up thinking "ah well their need is obviously bigger than mine."
Guys, this is not a good quality to have. Yes, it makes everyone like you, and yes that feeling is always nice, but when you find that you've fallen asleep in the front hall of your flat for the fourth time that week because you simply didn't have the energy to make it up the stairs???? Yeah it suddenly isn't worth it anymore, also you gain crippling neck cramp from the awkward way you fall to the floor/stairs.
But today Line-Manager-Monica was back and today she said no to people when I physically couldn't. And somehow today I got out the office by quarter past five!! That almost never happens!
Man, I can't wait to make it to my bed tonight. I wonder if it's like I remembered it. I might even sing some kind of march as I walk the journey. If only I had a flag I could wave...
I'm also considering purchasing a recording of her voice saying "no" so that I can use her to fight my battles outside of work as well. I could carry it in my pocket and blame the recording every time someone complained I wasn't being accommodating enough.
If that isn't the most awesome plan I've ever come up with then I don't know what is.
Peace out my lovelies.
This past week has been 7 days of running around juggling 16 balls, 24 knives, 12 jagged rocks, and 6 fireballs. No I don't work in a circus. And yes, with that talent I really should.
But today I had her back! Huzzah! This did mean that I didn't have so much to do in my covering work but most importantly when Line-Manager-Monica comes back, with her comes my back bone.
You see I have this really nasty habit of saying yes to everything asked of me. If someone comes to my office and says "hey Lisa could you just pop this over for me?" or "Lisa could you do me a favour and drop everything you're doing to do this thing as favour for me? it'll probably take all day but I'll be so grateful," if they do this, I physically cannot think of a single reason why I would say no to them. Not one. Even if just ten minutes earlier I had been crying into my coffee over the sheer amount of work I have to do and the severe lack of hours in which to do it. The moment that person asks me, I end up thinking "ah well their need is obviously bigger than mine."
Guys, this is not a good quality to have. Yes, it makes everyone like you, and yes that feeling is always nice, but when you find that you've fallen asleep in the front hall of your flat for the fourth time that week because you simply didn't have the energy to make it up the stairs???? Yeah it suddenly isn't worth it anymore, also you gain crippling neck cramp from the awkward way you fall to the floor/stairs.
But today Line-Manager-Monica was back and today she said no to people when I physically couldn't. And somehow today I got out the office by quarter past five!! That almost never happens!
Man, I can't wait to make it to my bed tonight. I wonder if it's like I remembered it. I might even sing some kind of march as I walk the journey. If only I had a flag I could wave...
I'm also considering purchasing a recording of her voice saying "no" so that I can use her to fight my battles outside of work as well. I could carry it in my pocket and blame the recording every time someone complained I wasn't being accommodating enough.
If that isn't the most awesome plan I've ever come up with then I don't know what is.
Peace out my lovelies.
Monday, 3 October 2011
I've got nothing.
I've got nothing to post about today. Nada. There is exactly zero amount of things going on in my thoughts.
Except that some stuff must be going on because I haven't been a vegetable all day. I'm not even convinced that some of the things weren't actually funny and blogworthy. All I know is in this particular moment I have no thoughts.
I briefly considered talking about my day in twitter because that has definitely been the funniest bit of my day. Internet people who you have never met are really funny people... Sometimes... Sometimes they're rapists. I might make a t shirt that says that...
I have decided not to put the tweets onto my blog because I fear out of context they won't be funny. You know... If you are boring... And had your sense of humour removed surgically.
...
... Can that happen? If so, what part of the body would they take out? What if it's a part of the body you need like your neck? Well I guess you don't need your neck, you can just look ridiculous with your head stuck facing forward and welded onto to your shoulders like a Sontaran.
I mean, if you didn't have a neck you wouldn't be able to look around without moving your whole body. I guess that means that you can kiss goodbye any chance of being able to check someone out on the sly.
There is also the issue of the voice box. Does this mean you can no longer talk without your neck? I guess you wouldn't be able to laugh at anyone's jokes if you didn't have a voicebox either... No that's ridiculous Lisa... People can laugh without making a sound... Just not very loudly.
Anyway I'm sure it's not imperative to have a neck in order to have a voicebox. The surgeon could just weld it onto the shoulder blade or something.
And if the source of our humour is in our necks and for some reason you've decided to cut it out then at least we can all know which stranger to go up to in the street when we have a kick-ass new joke to tell... the ones with necks.
Okay, now I'm kinda hoping that our sense of humour is in the neck. It would explain why I find giraffes so funny.
Wait... Did I just write a post?
Score.
Peace out my lovelies.
Except that some stuff must be going on because I haven't been a vegetable all day. I'm not even convinced that some of the things weren't actually funny and blogworthy. All I know is in this particular moment I have no thoughts.
I briefly considered talking about my day in twitter because that has definitely been the funniest bit of my day. Internet people who you have never met are really funny people... Sometimes... Sometimes they're rapists. I might make a t shirt that says that...
I have decided not to put the tweets onto my blog because I fear out of context they won't be funny. You know... If you are boring... And had your sense of humour removed surgically.
...
... Can that happen? If so, what part of the body would they take out? What if it's a part of the body you need like your neck? Well I guess you don't need your neck, you can just look ridiculous with your head stuck facing forward and welded onto to your shoulders like a Sontaran.
I mean, if you didn't have a neck you wouldn't be able to look around without moving your whole body. I guess that means that you can kiss goodbye any chance of being able to check someone out on the sly.
There is also the issue of the voice box. Does this mean you can no longer talk without your neck? I guess you wouldn't be able to laugh at anyone's jokes if you didn't have a voicebox either... No that's ridiculous Lisa... People can laugh without making a sound... Just not very loudly.
Anyway I'm sure it's not imperative to have a neck in order to have a voicebox. The surgeon could just weld it onto the shoulder blade or something.
And if the source of our humour is in our necks and for some reason you've decided to cut it out then at least we can all know which stranger to go up to in the street when we have a kick-ass new joke to tell... the ones with necks.
Okay, now I'm kinda hoping that our sense of humour is in the neck. It would explain why I find giraffes so funny.
Wait... Did I just write a post?
Score.
Peace out my lovelies.
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