tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55025352011-04-22T00:06:55.926+01:00A day in the life.....My mundane life, and the bizarre things that happen (or don't)annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comBlogger3161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1090320393675275162004-07-20T11:46:00.000+01:002004-07-20T11:46:33.676+01:00ChangeIf you want my new addy, email me!annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1090247036537043872004-07-19T15:23:00.000+01:002004-07-19T15:23:56.536+01:00Bugger. Who is doing a search for 'annipink'?
annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1090147097924376902004-07-18T11:38:00.000+01:002004-07-18T11:38:17.923+01:00Us and Them!How funny is this? I got a text message off my friend J about the barbecue yesterday. She hadn't been able to go, as she'd had a friend come to visit who had just split from her boyfriend of several years and needed a shoulder to cry on.First text she sends says she heard M was there, and asks if I had met him.I text back saying I had spent most of the evening talking to him.She sendsannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1090109399534387722004-07-18T01:09:00.000+01:002004-07-18T01:09:59.533+01:00The Atkins DietBarbecues should be renamed.I feel sick from so much meat.Nothing to do with the red wine I've been drinking of course.Went to my friend B's for a barbecue. She is very funny - she has funny ideas about things, and is so adamant about some things which are blatantly wrong, so you often just have to let her do her own thing.For example, she came to see me and A at work the other dayannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1090058389723919412004-07-17T10:59:00.000+01:002004-07-17T10:59:49.723+01:00UpdateThe police have turned up now.annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1090056477500096972004-07-17T10:27:00.000+01:002004-07-17T10:27:57.500+01:00So Council.I live in a very posh flat.At least I thought I did.I have just been witness to a fight outside the block of flats opposite. Between a bloke and a girl. The girl seemed to be winning - to be fair, the bloke wasn't hitting, he was just trying to get inside and lock her out and defend himself. Ripped shirt and everything.Unfortunately, he did manage to get the door shut behind her.So sheannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1089992339387404722004-07-16T16:38:00.000+01:002004-07-16T16:38:59.386+01:00And buggerThe stress has given me a cold sore.Still, the timing could have been a lot worse >:-)annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1089989357911754102004-07-16T15:49:00.000+01:002004-07-16T15:49:17.910+01:00Well fucking hellNow my fridge is broken. All my fresh stuff is starting to smell. Have rung the agency, but they are not there, had to leave a message. I can't even get a cold drink!Some good news - the bitch boss is leaving - she is not unfortunately leaving the company, but is moving departments. Wonder what The Arsehole will do now his champion has left?annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1089923320360822882004-07-15T21:28:00.000+01:002004-07-15T21:28:40.360+01:00When will she realise?Just got off the phone to my mother. God she so drives me mad sometimes.I told her about my day at work yesterday, and how it hadn't gone well, and how I am looking for another job."So where will you live then?" - erm, where the job I get is based."So where is that then?" - erm, I haven't actually been offered a job yet."So where is the job you've applied for?" - FFS, I annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1089915009882858042004-07-15T19:10:00.000+01:002004-07-15T19:10:09.883+01:00The ArseholeConfirmation that The Arsehole is succeeding in his arse-licking quest for self-promotion within the company.I, however, am failing miserably.My review yesterday did not go too well. Now, I know I am not perfect (well, not all the time), but things came out yesterday which have never been brought up in any other review at any time during my working life.Now, I have either had (a) a annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1089835830776624202004-07-14T21:10:00.000+01:002004-07-14T21:10:30.776+01:00Cure allRed wine and chocolate.Sex helps, wish I'd had the right change in the pub the other night......annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1089835546734835872004-07-14T21:05:00.000+01:002004-07-14T21:05:46.733+01:00Shitty dayWhat a shitty, shitty day.Didn't leave work until 7.30.Must go work on CV......annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1089746877761866262004-07-13T20:27:00.000+01:002004-07-13T20:27:57.760+01:00More workWriters diarrhea, me.There is a manager in the department who I have had very little to do with workwise. She is always very pleasant - always makes a point to go out of her way to check you are okay when you get back from being sick, that sort of thing.Anyway, last week there was a bit of a crisis. It was identified from a project I had been working on, but in reality was not my job to annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1089746268555460932004-07-13T20:17:00.000+01:002004-07-13T20:17:48.556+01:00WorkGoing to be interesting tomorrow - at 9 am I have my 6 month review. It will be with big boss J. I am not one of her blue-eyed little girls. Also, for most of the year she has had no clue what I have been doing, but unfortunately for her, D has resigned and dumped all this on her.We had to get feedback from 3 people who we work closely with. I chose A, who I get on really well with not just annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1089745810476015212004-07-13T20:10:00.000+01:002004-07-13T20:10:10.476+01:00British ComedyI've mentioned this before, but British Comedy really is the best.When I was home a few weeks ago, my parents gave me a whole stack of videos which I had given to them when I moved to America, which they had never even watched.Sunday, I re-discovered the joys of The Detectives. When it came out (in 1993, god, I feel old) it was my favourite show on the telly.I am glad to see it annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1089659406457856572004-07-12T20:10:00.000+01:002004-07-12T20:10:06.456+01:00Disturbing (long post alert)If not disturbing, then this could be downright scary.When I was 15, I met a boy who was 2 years older than me. Not especially bright, but hey, I was very young and impressionable. I went out with him for almost 3 years - we split up when I left home to go to Poly. Alarm bells should have been ringing then - went I left to go to Poly, he actually asked me to marry him.annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1089570168814529902004-07-11T19:22:00.000+01:002004-07-11T19:22:48.813+01:00Blow-up SheepForgot to mention that in the gents there were different offerings. Including a blow-up sheep and a whoopee cushion.Something tells me, knowing the men I know, that the whoopee cushion is a better seller than the sheep!And, here is where you can find all the possible offerings.And the blowdom was a bit of a letdown. Or maybe I just have a very dirty mind?annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1089544786214088172004-07-11T12:19:00.000+01:002004-07-11T12:19:46.213+01:00Machines in pub toiletsMy my, these have come a long way. I remember the first pub I went into on my home town which sold condoms in the ladies - and what a breakthrough that was.Then it became standard, then it became who could sell the most outrageous condoms in the machines in the pub toilets - including curry flavoured, and those wonderful 'glow-in-the-dark' ones. You know, the ones which areannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1089544307148162232004-07-11T12:11:00.000+01:002004-07-11T12:11:47.146+01:00Parking Nazi'sWent to the hairdressers yesterday. Appointment was at 13.15, and I paid for my parking at 13.04. Paid for 2 hours - reasonable, even when I am having it coloured.But. I had a bad scalp reaction. I was in there longer than anticipated. I got back to my car at 15.24 - 20 minutes past the time on my ticket. And I had got a fucking parking ticket. Bastards.So, on top of yellow hair, I annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1089390406214854052004-07-09T17:26:00.000+01:002004-07-09T17:26:46.213+01:00Urgh!!!When the manager of the cleaning company came to see me, he was a bit slimey. Reminded me of the porn star moustachioed (sp?) man who owned the Indian restaurant where I used to live in Jersey City, who made a very bad pass at me.I seem to have this thing with Indian men of a 'certain age'.Well, anyway, just got off the phone to him. Has been a bit of a nightmare cleaner-wise for a while, annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1089313942706216442004-07-08T20:12:00.000+01:002004-07-08T20:12:22.706+01:00Can he get any worse?Well, The Arsehole has really surpassed himself.This morning, he comes over to ask me my thoughts on some new product, and what the settings should be for them. This is a product I have not heard about, and told him so. He then tries to make out that I ought to make it my business to know - huh? These settings are now his job, not mine - I moved jobs months ago.Then I asked annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1089223684009251602004-07-07T19:08:00.000+01:002004-07-07T19:08:04.010+01:00Waste of money!Oh, and what is it with Tescos? They have put up loads of flat screen telly's all around the shop, playing a constant loop of about 5 adverts. Very annoying. More annoying than the bloody awful 'easy listening' music we used to get. Only about 100 times more expensive!annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1089223586632501562004-07-07T19:06:00.000+01:002004-07-07T19:06:26.633+01:00Big spender!I went to Tescos last night. Had to get a few things, not much, supposed to be a cheap shop because I have to do a bigger shop later in the week so I have fresh stuff for the weekend.Why then, did it cost me so much? I started out so good. Just a few fresh things I needed urgently (onions) and some nice, healthy things on offer (raspberries). I walked past the special offer on annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1089057975071727832004-07-05T21:06:00.000+01:002004-07-05T21:06:15.070+01:00More PicsI have put all the pictures on the link here. The three nights there are pictures of are all linked to from here - and embarrassing they are.However, as embarrassing as they are, there are worse pictures. They are not for the general public, so if anyone wants to see, contact me.annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1089048162804208532004-07-05T18:22:00.000+01:002004-07-05T18:22:42.803+01:00What a swizz!I picked up my prize today. I was expecting the full boxed set of all the Friends DVD's. Instead, I got series 2. Oh well, better than nothing I suppose. And the niece will like them.On a plus note, the 'you need to toe the corporate line' boss has left. He handed in his notice, and was gone by lunch time! It's all a bit weird - he says he is going consulting, so he has to leave annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1088965560901503182004-07-04T19:26:00.000+01:002004-07-04T19:26:00.900+01:00Big SisI moaned about having to to go for my smear this week. My sister has had the results of hers - it's come back abnormal. She sounded okay - apparently they aren't too worried, but she will have to go for another in 6 months just to check what is going on.She is also having a bit of a stressful time at work by the sounds of it, but she blew up on Friday in a meeting with her big boss. Part annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1088860628941244652004-07-03T14:17:00.000+01:002004-07-03T14:17:08.940+01:00Blue wigI have uploaded some of the pictures from New York. I have only done one night so far (there are bloody hundreds of pictures, I got bored with having to edit them, then upload them so the rest will have to wait).In the meantime HERE they are.And as Cacoa so kindly pointed out - I look mighty fine in that wig!annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1088786172615600202004-07-02T17:36:00.000+01:002004-07-02T17:36:12.616+01:00The art of science.Am I just being stupid, or is being a doctor supposed to imply something a bit, well, scientific?I went for an appointment today to see if I have asthma. She checked my chart (and somehow I have managed to lose a day from the chart - how I managed this after testing my lungs 3 times a day I do not know - ditzy week) and said it doesn't look like asthma.But here is a annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1088785889190131112004-07-02T17:31:00.000+01:002004-07-02T17:31:29.190+01:00Stuff!Went to Crawley yesterday - what a long day that was. But it was pretty good from a work point of view - got a lot done, putting faces to names, putting my face about a bit, that sort of thing. Also, Crawley High Street has changed a lot since last I was there. It has certainly gone upmarket - hey, it even has an Ask pizza place. But the crowning glory was the Indian shop was still there - annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1088615363593731142004-06-30T18:09:00.000+01:002004-06-30T18:09:23.593+01:00DitzyBeen having a really ditzy week. I don't like it. I feel like I am living someone elses life - I am normally so together about what I am doing. And I am normally really short-tempered with people who do the ditzy things I have been doing. Like forgetting my credit cards. Like getting the time for my doctor's appointment wrong.At work it's been a nightmare - like sending out emails to all andannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1088537479347198902004-06-29T20:31:00.000+01:002004-06-29T20:31:19.346+01:00What a day!Well, where do I start? It's been busy, busy, busy all day at work.And if I haven't been so busy I would have hit The Arsehole. But I had a doctors appointment at 4.30, had to leave work at 4, and he was annoying me at 3.30. Apparently when I was in a meeting, some guy from another department had been asking for me, about a piece of work I am doing. I said I know, I had seen someone annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1088451545257903082004-06-28T20:39:00.000+01:002004-06-28T20:39:05.256+01:00Monday, another MondayPretty boring day on the whole.One little gleam on the horizon. There is a job advertised internally, promotion, in international so some travel involved, collections experience. I went to have an 'informal chat' with the hiring manager, because the closing date has been and gone. It seems there hasn't been anyone else apply. And I have tons of collections experience. And myannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1088365931477668782004-06-27T20:52:00.000+01:002004-06-27T20:52:11.476+01:00Well, duh!Went all the way to Tescos today (about 4 miles). Luckily I decided to try and get some money out of the cash machine BEFORE I went and loaded up the trolley.I had forgotten my credit cards!How embarrassing would that have been?K came up yesterday, and I met his boyfriend. Very nice he is too. We had fun drinking lots of wine, then went to the pub. That was traumatic - I was having annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1088196636535656962004-06-25T21:50:00.000+01:002004-06-25T21:50:36.536+01:00The Big SmokeWell, bit of a damp squid really. Managed to get lunch on the company, and also managed to find somewhere that wasn't full of jellied eels and winkles.But god what crap came off my face when I cleaned it last night - it's always the same when I've been to London - toner + white cotton wool = grey cackOn a health note - when I was in New York I was sometimes having trouble annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1088111454062864722004-06-24T22:10:00.000+01:002004-06-24T22:10:54.063+01:00GiggleThis made me giggle at work. I would have thought it would encourage people to go, not put them off. I suppose it depends on the class of tourist they want!annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1088013705118517172004-06-23T19:01:00.000+01:002004-06-23T19:01:45.116+01:00Blinky-Blimey Gav'ner, where's ya titfer?I am off to the 'Big Smoke' tomorrow. I need my phrase book. All those shandy supping 'savvern paffters', pearly jackets, bags for feeding the birds, tuppence a go.And it's not like it's really worthwhile.From my office to the meeting will take between 2 and 2 and a half hours to get there. And we have to fit in lunch, so we are giving ourselves 3 hours. annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1087932714091710002004-06-22T20:31:00.000+01:002004-06-22T20:31:54.090+01:00I'm a winner!In all the New York excitement, I forgot.As is typical in companies, when they are into big cost cutting, what is the best thing to do? That's right. Rebrand.Another name for lets waste an extortionate amount of money on designers to come up with a new logo, so we have to repoduce all our stationery. We all, of course, need new mouse mats. And new pens. And of course new tshirts annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1087835883352336822004-06-21T17:38:00.000+01:002004-06-21T17:38:03.353+01:00Oh...My...God!!!I have the pictures. Oh.My.God.There are several of boobs. Mine and L's. Taken from above mind - not naked, just the camera pointed down the top. Like that makes it normal.Those are the clean ones.Everybody seemed obsessed with each others boobs. In my defence I say we were in a gay bar, so it was perfectly acceptable for me and L to be touching each other's boobs. And comparing annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1087744236725630912004-06-20T16:10:00.000+01:002004-06-20T16:10:36.726+01:00Oh No!Just got off the phone to L - she has seen some of the pictures taken on our drunken nights out, and my fears have been confirmed.It has been confirmed that the wig did, indeed, get pushed down my trousers.The picture shows the hairs poking out of the top, with L eating them.Oh God.I have no memory of this.There are also pictures where the wig made an appearance as my armpit hair.No annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1087673415980782272004-06-19T20:30:00.000+01:002004-06-19T20:30:15.980+01:00New YorkIn summary, I had such an ace time. I knew I missed my life over there. I just didn't realise how much. I have some great friends out there, who I miss a lot, and it seems miss me too. At least that's what they said - and the fact that so many of them were willing to go out of their way to come and see me suggests they weren't lying.I am still applying for jobs back there, but I am annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1087673122924254802004-06-19T20:25:00.000+01:002004-06-19T21:48:08.536+01:00New York - WednesdayHad to get up early as I was in A's apartment, and he had not been drinking like we had the night before! My head was pounding, and bless him for giving me lots of water and two Aleve. I had to wait for D's boyfriend to go - I actually went down to D's apartment with all my stuff, but found them both still fast asleep in bed, so had to go back up to A's.Finally get into D's, annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1087672452738879882004-06-19T20:14:00.000+01:002004-06-19T20:14:12.736+01:00New York - TuesdayWoke up with a very bad hangover. Discovered that between us me and D had spent $150 the previous night minus the $6 change we had left. No idea how much went down the underpants of the dancer!Went Downtown to meet up with other people (and some the same) that I used to work with. Food wasn't especially good, but again the people were great.As it was so hot and humid, I was annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1087671109230246702004-06-19T19:51:00.000+01:002004-06-19T19:51:49.230+01:00New York - MondayI went off to stay with my gay friend D for a couple of days - N was busy at work, while D is the most recent victim of the shit-list and is now off work - but lucky him has a years severance pay!We hung around in his neighbourhood, he went for a facial while I managed to spend over $100 on card, paper and envelopes. All for my nerdy hobbies - things are just so cheap over there,annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1087670565748871042004-06-19T19:42:00.000+01:002004-06-19T19:42:45.746+01:00New York - SundaySexy Eric held a barbecue in his apartment building gardens in my honour. He invited loads of people I used to work with, along with the new secretary.Meat-fest or what? It was so nice - even though this was the only day that it was cool and we were all dressed for the high 80's weather we had been having. Some people even came from Queens - no quick hop over to Jersey City for annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1087562743966997292004-06-18T13:45:00.000+01:002004-06-18T13:45:43.966+01:00New York - SaturdayAnother day of shopping. This was even better, because I went with Sexy Eric. Sigh. I really miss Sexy Eric, and not just because he carries my shopping.Saturday night we went to Virgil's for dinner which was particularly stupid, because we knew we would have too much food. After the event it seems sensible that Sexy Eric and I order a Pig Out between us, and just extra sides, annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1087562241543253772004-06-18T13:37:00.000+01:002004-06-18T13:46:53.396+01:00New York - FridayN had taken the day off work.Unfortunately, not to spend time with me, but to watch Ronald Reagan's funeral on the TV.N has a crush on Reagan. Having to explain to her why Prince Charles took seniority over Margaret Thatcher (isn't she dead yet?) got very irritating. It was awkward, trying to not make sarcastic comments, so I left and went shopping. Three hours later, and $500 annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1087561378575541172004-06-18T13:22:00.000+01:002004-06-18T13:37:44.796+01:00New York - ThursdayOff to New York - and very exciting. I drove down to Heathrow, and spent half an hour finding my car park. It would have been helpful if on their directions they had said M4 heading out from London from the M25......Met Mr Pob for a coffee and a chat. Mr Pob has a new camera. Mr Pob got somewhat trigger happy. I am not usually shy of photos, but even I got self conscious when Iannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1087515488048733792004-06-18T00:38:00.000+01:002004-06-18T00:38:08.046+01:00Fantastic jokeSent to me by my friend while I was away - In order to assist other motorists in identifying potentially dangerous drivers, it's now compulsory for anyone with a lower than averagedriving ability to display a warning flag The flag (comprising of a red cross on a white background) will be attachedto the top of at least one door of their vehicle. For drivers of exceptionally low annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1087513828192550312004-06-18T00:10:00.000+01:002004-06-18T00:10:28.193+01:00Good to be back, good to be back!Hmmm. I suppose sleeping in my own bed is going to be good.Had such a fantastic time, I really don't know where to start. Got back to the flat just under an hour ago, after stopping at the Indian takeaway - well, it is dinner time to my body. And I have gone a week without Indian food.Flight home was ok, apart from having to sit next to two stinky Jews (not being annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1086796971348211292004-06-09T17:02:00.000+01:002004-06-09T17:02:51.346+01:00I'm freeeeeeeeNo, not a John Inman impression. Just how I felt when I walked out of the office today at 12. Of course, as I told everyone there I was still going to be working this afternoon (snigger), as I was doing my 'community activity'.Didn't make pots this time. Instead they were clearing out the loft, so spent all afternoon up to my armpits in dust, sorting out what was in boxes from 4 annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1086641300909483542004-06-07T21:48:00.000+01:002004-06-07T21:48:20.910+01:00Positive noteI had a meeting today with the big big big boss - the contractor who is currently in charge and canning peoples projects left right and centre (The Arsehole had his super duper project stopped because it wasn't going to make enough money). I had to present my project (from my 'old' position) and try and get it signed off.I had previously sent him all the paperwork, and as we went to annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1086631113322505432004-06-07T18:58:00.000+01:002004-06-07T18:58:33.323+01:00FamiliesWell, what a weekend. Sometimes I really hate my family.Travelled up there on Saturday morning, to see them for my birthday and go out for dinner. Saturday wasn't too bad, although I really hate the way my sister undermines my nephews confidence (and my nieces too, when she is around - she was staying with a friend though so I didn't see her).One example - my nephew was later home than annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1086367997206125592004-06-04T17:53:00.000+01:002004-06-04T17:53:17.206+01:00The cool way to travelVirgin have a new feather in their travel cap (well, I am assuming it is new, not having seen it before).Seems that taking the train, or driving yourself to and from the airport is just so uncool.The way to REALLY travel is by Limobike - and I quote "the quickest and most stylish way to commute around London".I am so yesterday, since I don't see the appeal of wearing an annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1086330790176818372004-06-04T07:33:00.000+01:002004-06-04T07:33:10.176+01:00AnniversaryWell. It's 2 years today since X left.What a day that was. Quite possibly the hardest 'grown-up' day of my life. It was the hardest thing I ever did to walk out of that apartment, leaving X in there, knowing he was flying back to the UK that afternoon.I often wonder if he wanted me to beg him to stay. I know I would have done if I'd spoken to him during the day. I knew what time his annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1086285628184780942004-06-03T19:00:00.000+01:002004-06-03T19:00:28.183+01:00FinancesAfter pretending to be a finance expert, and handing out advice left right and centre to all and sundry, I actually did something about my own finances today.I have opened a new cheque account which will pay me more interest, has easy access to internet savings (even higher interest), got the paperwork for sorting out me a couple of ISA's, and applied for a credit card which does not annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1086285109785596012004-06-03T18:51:00.000+01:002004-06-03T18:51:49.786+01:00ConfusionI have been playing detective (or so I thought) with X. A few weeks ago he told me he was going on holiday in September to Portugal with his girlies. Nice, I thought.Then he let slip he was also going to Spain in June. He went into detail about how he will stay at his parents flat, and it will be nice and so on and so on. I asked if his girlies were going as well, and he launched in to aannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1086284733102760352004-06-03T18:45:00.000+01:002004-06-03T18:45:33.103+01:00Bless my mom!When I got in last night, there were two messages from my mom and dad on the answerphone. They had obviously rung me early, but I had already left for work (having to buy cakes and goodies on the way).First message - Oooh, hello, you must be in the shower. Are you? In the shower? Oh there you are. Are you? Are you there? (pause) Are you there? (aside to dad) She mustn't be there. Oh annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1086157611388841842004-06-02T07:26:00.000+01:002004-06-02T07:26:51.386+01:00Old meHappy birthday to meeeeee,Happy birthday to meeeeee,Happy birthday to meee-eeeeeeeee,Happy birthday to meeeeee!Just wish I didn't feel so ill from cold.annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1086018417898860272004-05-31T16:46:00.000+01:002004-05-31T16:46:57.896+01:00Bastards!Some miserable sod has decided to scrape their car alongside mine. I have huge scratches on my car, and I am not happy.I reckon it's one of my neighbours - and I will certainly be checking the cars when I go out in the morning.Bastards!annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1085941323109879062004-05-30T19:22:00.000+01:002004-05-30T19:22:03.110+01:00Family businessYet again I am in the dog house with my sister.My niece has been seen holding hands with a boy. Yet when asked who he is, she replies "No-one" and won't give them any information.I upset my sister by telling her good for her, it's none of my sisters business anyway. She was shocked. And then I asked her how much she used to tell us about her boyfriends. Long pause. "But that was annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1085941152828115132004-05-30T19:19:00.000+01:002004-05-30T19:19:12.826+01:00The Big SmokeHow exciting! I have been to That London for the afternoon. Well, when I say That London, I didn't make it to the centre. But I did drive, so that makes it doubly exciting.I went with A and B (sounds like a bad joke) to Oriental City, near Edgeware. And boy was it busy - it was incredible - they wouldn't even let us in the car park.Lunch was just a little overwhelming - such nice annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1085654362455393922004-05-27T11:39:00.000+01:002004-05-27T11:39:22.456+01:00IT Service Desk ........ why do we need them?Edited version of an email I had waiting in my inbox at work after being off for 3 days.AllReference to the current Outlook problem experienced by the majority of users today. We have been advised that due to storage group 2 being unavailable , approximately a quarter of users in Northampton are still unable to access their Outlook.There is no ETA annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1085429463626615802004-05-24T21:11:00.000+01:002004-05-24T21:11:03.626+01:00Mad Sad AnnOne of my friends has just sent me a text. Admittedly it was in response to me pointing out I was in Soap Heaven (Emmerdale, Corrie, Eastenders, Corrie, and another Corrie to come). He said there was a word for people like me. When I asked what word, he said in the Brighton days I was known as Mad Ann. Now I am known as Sad Ann. Humph!!I don't care. I always have been sad. I sometimes annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1085236969406183422004-05-22T15:42:00.000+01:002004-05-22T17:52:15.273+01:00Stupid headlinesYou don't say?annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1084987256773418782004-05-19T18:20:00.000+01:002004-05-19T18:20:56.773+01:00DIY TipsEspecially for the Arsehole - 1. Never attempt major DIY when in the house on your own.2. Never attempt DIY when in the house on your own when suffering from a major hangover.3. Never attempt DIY when you are possibly still drunk from the night before.4. When purchasing a new power tool, remember to ask the seller for the safety leaflet that explains how to use it safely.5. Whenannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1084985410628060082004-05-19T17:50:00.000+01:002004-05-19T17:50:10.626+01:00Knackered!That's what I've been the last few days - I walked to work both Monday and Tuesday - I am very proud of myself, 2 miles each way, 4 miles in total, 2 days on the trot, that's 8 miles. Wow. That's my 10,000 steps done for a while I reckon.And it's been hot too. So when I get to work, I look like a lobster. And it takes about an hour to calm down. And when I get home it's the same, annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1084730877823299882004-05-16T19:07:00.000+01:002004-05-16T19:07:57.823+01:00EurovisionHow, do you explain this ... this .... EXTRAVAGANZA to Americans? How, despite being called the "Eurovision Song Contest", it is not a contest of songs at all. It is where all the countries of Europe (and a few more) get together in the country of the previous year's winner, all sing a song which is representative of their own country, then everyone votes for their neighbours to show annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1084729201731566402004-05-16T18:40:00.000+01:002004-05-16T18:40:01.730+01:00GrrrrrrI love my mom and dad, but they can be so bloody annoying sometimes. According to my mother the prisoners at Guatenamo Bay deserve eveyrthing that happens to them, because there's no smoke without fire.Also, I have no idea what the effect of the 11th September attacks had on people. Yeah, right, like my husband wasn't a couple of hundred feet away, like I didn't have to look at the smokingannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1084561934520442742004-05-14T20:12:00.000+01:002004-05-14T20:12:14.520+01:00Work LifeCould it get any better? Had a meeting today with my two new bosses, and it was just fantastic. Even though I don't really know much about anything yet, they are treating me with respect and just seem really confident that I can do what they want. It's such a fantastic feeling - especially after what I have come from.Yesterday, A was so pissed off. After months of hard work, putting annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1084391903813887882004-05-12T20:58:00.000+01:002004-05-12T20:58:23.813+01:00Nurture versus natureThis is just so sad. Those poor, poor boys....annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1084297752033569862004-05-11T18:49:00.000+01:002004-05-11T18:49:12.033+01:00Disappointed searchesSome of the searches that hit this website are incredible - and must leave some people dreadfully disappointed.I get a lot of "Crystal Tips and Alistair" hits - seems there are not that many websites out there dedicated to these kiddies delights.Had a couple recently concerning "vicars and tarts".Ribena cartoons? Is this something I have missed? Very popular at the moment.Oh,annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1084297470151431992004-05-11T18:44:00.000+01:002004-05-11T18:44:30.150+01:00Sneaky BTI have received my BT bill today. Still priced at a ridiculous monthly amount, but considering I had no credit rating when I started, I was lucky they allowed me to pay monthly, and didn't install a pay phone. Give it one more quarter and I will ask for a reduction.Included in my bill, was a leaflet entitled "Update - Important changes to your account". This goes on to explain in generalannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1084103308618712592004-05-09T12:48:00.000+01:002004-05-09T12:51:44.293+01:00Billy NomatesI got stood up last night, so had to stay home with a bottle and a half of red wine for company. Not that I am complaining. Yes I am. I would have had the bottle and half of wine if K and C had turned up, I would have just had company while drinking it.They did have a good excuse - they are pretty much rebuilding their house, and it is already past schedule, and they had problems annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1083961122103338312004-05-07T21:18:00.000+01:002004-05-07T21:21:56.436+01:00OfficeBeen so pleasant in the office today, because the Arsehole wasn't in. Things are so much nicer when he isn't there, and A and I are keeping quiet about all the things we are unhappy about because he goes and snitches.I have almost finished my project now, but I am so annoyed with the bloody helpdesk. My Word documents keep getting corrupted, but no-one seems to know why. I take a perfectly annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1083960372667372402004-05-07T21:06:00.000+01:002004-05-07T21:09:27.093+01:00MotherI am the proud mother to FOUR chilli plants. Whoo hoo! But I wish I understood plants better. How come, when I planted 24 seeds, all at the same time. All in the same mini propagator. They all are in the same conditions. Why then are four growing, yet there is no sign of any of the others? The biggest one is already at the top of the propagator, and is almost ready to be potted on.I am not annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1083784059818662722004-05-05T20:07:00.000+01:002004-05-05T20:10:52.233+01:00Hodge-PodgeSpent the morning doing my 'Community' event - something we all have to do where I work, tax dodge or some such nonsense. Most people do the 'dig holes, plant trees' or 'paint walls' group event - means someone else has to do the organising, but that's not my thing.So, this morning, I have been helping make pots with, hmmm, not sure what the politically correct term is, but maybe 'annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1083693626107080692004-05-04T19:00:00.000+01:002004-05-04T19:03:06.546+01:00Back to workStill no official news on the new structure, so I can't run away from my current job, and still have to make a pretense of helping the Arsehole with his work.I am happy though. Last week, the arsehole called a meeting on Wednesday with me, A and his boss S, to discuss what he needed to think about to identify his accounts (bear in mind this was Wednesday, due date was Friday, he has annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1083520064950210682004-05-02T18:47:00.000+01:002004-05-02T18:50:53.746+01:00Dave....Wow. He may be old (54, as I was reliably informed by the lunatic in front of me, who celebrates his birthday every single year, and it was a trick question right?), but boy can David Cassidy sing. And a nice bod too. Couldn't tell the face (and see if there was any Botox, or nip and tuck going on) because we were too far back.And I think my sister and I must have borrowed Harry Potter's annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1083519681982428952004-05-02T18:41:00.000+01:002004-05-02T18:44:31.030+01:00HairI went back to blonde.Well, almost blonde.Hairdresser called is 'Ash'. I would call it 'Mouse'.Went to hairdressers yesterday morning at 9.45. I didn't leave until gone 2. That's how long it takes to go from red to blonde. And even then it didn't properly - the roots are a lovely blonde colour, but the tips were very stubborn, and remained an unsightly orange. So they had to put a colour on annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1083519426224974092004-05-02T18:37:00.000+01:002004-05-02T18:40:15.293+01:00MugI really must have 'MUG' tattooed on my forehead.All day Thursday at work - and I mean ALL DAY - I worked on The Arsehole's project, because he had a Friday deadline, and he couldn't do it. He actually could not do what he should be able to do, and in the end I took over from him - he had 'meetings' to attend.This is so annoying - he doesn't have access to the files he needs - his excuse is heannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1083182247429347832004-04-28T20:57:00.000+01:002004-04-28T21:00:32.983+01:00SighI feel such a bitch. But if I am honest, I am not really sure what to do - it's been so long I've forgotten.Haven't seen Big G for a long time now - since before Mother's Day. Circumstances - his daughter, me having to ferry the cat back and forth, friends visiting, him working weekends. Now I am making excuses - avoiding ringing him, basically being a coward.A couple of weeks ago, if things annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1083088606616925912004-04-27T18:56:00.000+01:002004-04-27T18:59:51.110+01:00Bloody Bullies, that's what they areCan you believe this? No way can they force this through, just because we don't want it. It was proved in the 90's when the Co-op started the ball rolling with marking foods which contained GM foods that consumers just don't want it. I was surprised when I was in America that nothing was marked as containing GM food - even more surprised when talking with Sexy annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1083003952875114992004-04-26T19:25:00.000+01:002004-04-26T19:28:55.983+01:00Invasion of my civil libertiesI was all set to write a long post on the new ID card, but Lump pretty much says it all. I for one will not be signing up.Did bugger all over the weekend really. Weather was beautiful, did a lot of cleaning of the flat, whole stack of washing done, and dried out on the balcony (can't beat washing dried outside), nice drive in the country, finally got around to annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1082755887098274062004-04-23T22:31:00.000+01:002004-04-23T22:34:27.250+01:00Language barrierReading Daisy's post here, the first one reminded of one of my early language barrier problems I had when I was in America.The X and I had gone for a weeks visit before we moved over there - him to meet his new team and actually do some work, me to meet the people who I had previously only spoken to on the phone. We decided to buy two cheap mobile phones so we could keep in annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1082742146179487802004-04-23T18:42:00.000+01:002004-04-23T18:45:26.030+01:00What a beautiful day!Shame I woke up with a hangover really. It would have been such a nice day to walk to work - and an even nicer walk home. However, I drove in, and when I got there went for a full english, with aspirin (well, it is St George's Day).I once again saved the day for The Arsehole - even when I am doing it, I wonder why, when I know given the chance he would stab me in the back. annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1082668563359192952004-04-22T22:16:00.000+01:002004-04-22T22:19:02.716+01:00Smug BitchSeems to be my new name at work. Everyone is wondering what is going to happen come the new restructure, worrying over who is going to be under my arsehole old boss (and told to 'tow the corporate line') and do more interesting work, or do boring, low profile work for a nice guy.And I just sit back.And try not to smile with too big a grin.I have so landed on my feet - this time last annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1082582350000824742004-04-21T22:19:00.000+01:002004-04-21T22:22:08.310+01:00The big smokeI have had a day in London. Well, I say day, I had a meeting, started at 10. Finished at 1. Went for lunch. Back at 2.30. Meeting until 3.30.Shame I can't have 'work' days like that in Northampton.And it was a bit of a waste anyway. What is the point in me going to a 'team meeting' - giving a presentation on my part of the team's projects, and plans for the future - when I know by annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1082483167702183002004-04-20T18:46:00.000+01:002004-04-20T18:49:04.670+01:00New Job!Well, the re-organisation is in progress at work. And I have been 're-orged' (as they say in NYC) into another group.Cynical? Me?Hmmm. Let's take this a point at a time.1. I have a public argument with my boss.2. I bring his ridiculous behaviour to the attention of his boss.3. I apply for a job within the company.4. My boss's boss, in the re-org, has to lose one member of staff.5.annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1082482828314710652004-04-20T18:40:00.000+01:002004-04-20T18:43:25.170+01:00You don't say!I seem to be getting all politcal at the moment, but articles like this seem to be catching my eye.As they are not 'prisoners of war' and hence been denied basic human rights, then when they are relaeased will they be able to sue the US government for kidnapped and unlawful imprisonment?annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1082410570787985162004-04-19T22:36:00.000+01:002004-04-19T22:39:06.873+01:00Responsible reportingWell, can't accuse the ITV news of that can we? Just seen them interviewing one of the neighbours of the people they arrested today.Interviewer : What did they wear?WTF? What sort of question is this? How will this tell me what they have done, what they have been arrested for? I don't read Hello! Magazine - for a reason. I do not give a flying fuck what people are annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1082405552923053352004-04-19T21:12:00.000+01:002004-04-19T21:15:29.263+01:00ComedyI think I am a little late to this, but last night I saw 'The Royle Family' for the first time. God, it made me laugh. When I wasn't just cringing in the corner. Oh god, how like my family is that? Maybe they are somewhat more 'rough' than my family, but all my parents do is watch the telly. Talk about what they are going to have for their tea. Take the pee out of the one who wants to do annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1082393902636308832004-04-19T17:58:00.000+01:002004-04-19T18:01:18.233+01:00Well duhWhen will people stop being surprised that THIS is happening. I mean come on - is it still an offence to be brown and have a beard in America?I once went on a business trip with my boss when I lived in America to North Carolina. Neither of us was an American citizen. We both had work visas only. Our passports were very obviously not American.He got stopped going through security on the annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1082131040605732212004-04-16T16:57:00.000+01:002004-04-16T17:00:13.936+01:00My mom is insaneMy family got back from the USA yesterday, and I spoke to pretty much all of them last night, hearing how they had a good time, what fun they had shopping in Walmart, etc, etc.My mom asked about the cat, and I said she was fine (haven't mentioned the early morning vomiting - which she did again this morning at 4.11 - yawn). Then she asked me if I was going to take her up there annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1082038327626592592004-04-15T15:12:00.000+01:002004-04-15T15:14:59.733+01:00HealthI walked to work again yesterday. I sort of enjoyed it, apart from the fact my left shoe doesn't seem to fit quite right, and yet again I got an enormous blister on the sole of my foot. Didn't stop me walking home though, Mind you, the blister was about 2 inches by 1 inch when I did get home.All this walking is supposed to be getting me healthy. Why then am I now so full of cold that I feelannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1081883732964265262004-04-13T20:15:00.000+01:002004-04-13T20:18:23.170+01:00Now wanted - man with strong wrists...I can't believe there are none out there - something tells me there will be lots of them.I carried the thing up the stairs tonight - only had to rest for a couple of minutes at the top of the first flight. Now I am trying to build it. It's not so easy as the bathroom one. My hand hurts, from trying to tighten screws that just don't want to tighten.Last time annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1081799982977266232004-04-12T20:59:00.000+01:002004-04-12T21:02:32.436+01:00WantedMan with big muscles to carry C$cip=12119>C$cip=12129&categoryId=12129" title="trolley" target="_blank">this up two flights of stairs for me.I also bought a trolley thingy for the bathroom, which I managed to carry up the stairs all on my own (well, it was half the weight). And I built it all on my own too - makes me feel all independent.annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1081716250667991482004-04-11T21:44:00.000+01:002004-04-11T21:46:58.560+01:00Across the pondSigh! Just got off the phone to Sexy Eric. Big sigh! He is still as sexy as ever. And still just as unattainable.Lots going on at my old place of work, including people being laid off. Funny - not one of those being laid off is a surprise - all bloody good at what they do, but their faces don't fit. It happens over here, but I have never seen it quite so much as at that department.annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1081686271833805902004-04-11T13:24:00.000+01:002004-04-11T13:27:19.653+01:00Supermarket SnobI knew I was getting pretty snobby about food - I never buy ready meals, and I now don't even buy sauces like Dolmio because I can taste the cheap, nasty fillers they put in it to make the sauce go further. And to be honest, it's cheaper to buy a carton of passata and some herbs and an onion - tastes tons better.However, yesterday I went to the supermarket. I might not buy ready annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1081445091686067822004-04-08T18:24:00.000+01:002004-04-08T18:27:36.700+01:00And the gossip is........there is no gossip!Was expecting a 'visitor' today, but circumstances dictated it was not to be. We shall see what happens.Other news - I applied for an internal job - well, I tried to apply. You have to apply online. Upload your CV, a covering letter, and your last 3 performance reviews, complete various tick boxes, and away it goes. In theory. Instead I kept getting to annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502535.post-1081286034764881832004-04-06T22:13:00.000+01:002004-04-06T22:16:38.076+01:00BusyWell, busy time, and yet not very interesting. I feel a bit like Cacoa with the 'watching paint dry' entry. But I too have not been online too much. Spending quality time with my pussy (oo-er Missus Slocum).Life has taken an interesting turn, but can't exactly blog it at the moment.annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11724972927748489327noreply@blogger.com