Wednesday 25 July 2007

Interviewee... me?

Ok so I had the day off work. Originally it was to give me some extra study time as I’ve not had any time but as would happen I got a job interview so it kinda worked well ….as in I didn’t have to change the day or take extra time off work (there goes another days holiday!).
Well there’s the worry over attire. I decided as it’s going to rain trousers would have to do and then I found my white shirt’s too small and I’ve not got anything pastel (a shade they recommend) so it’s lime green day… I know I know, an odd colour for an interview.
So I left, taking my time, and got there early enough for a lazy walk round the shops and local cottages and back to be 10 minutes early. Well he opened the door and showed me in. Coffee or water? Huh? Oh coffee… hmm that’s not like me I usually stick to the easy water option! So sit and talk. Something I did, not sure how well particularly, I think I rambled through my job skills rather and then there seemed to creep in a little bit of wording that implied I already had the job! Argh! Are you allowed to infer and act like you already have the job? I think that’s rather presumptuous. At least I wasn’t a real nervous wreck. Oh we shall see I have several days of agonising until I know if I’ve made the second interview (sounded fun – get to have lunch with them!).

Long time gone

Ok so maybe not that long.
It's been a busy week what with work and dancing and house stuff and getting back on the study pony. Nothing exciting just the usual..... although last Friday with all the rain wasn't exactly the usual. I didn't appreciate the prospect of a 2 or so hour walk home because part of the one-way system was closed. At least I have some nice colleagues who offeed me a lift after a 30 minute walk to her car. Oh, now how do I appreciate simple things like two-way traffic and how I wish I wouldn't look silly on rollerblades or one of those wheelies you can just push the handle forwards to go.... possibly even a "granny" scooter would suit.

Monday 16 July 2007

Pills, potions, and flu

Got some super painkillers from the Dr's Wednesday as my whiplash was a killer by Tuesday night and the ibuprofen wasn't working. I've worked out painkillers, think they should all be classified as something else though mainly because I think they don't really take the pain away they just make me care much less about anything. I was told I seemed to be away with the fairies and quite euphoric at times.
Anyway I was suffering mildly from side effects by Friday so I stopped and went back to ibuprofen for the day. I wasn't feeling fantastic Saturday and I had a temperature and everything by Sunday night. Still very deaf feeling and hot and bothered today so am home alone with the TV.
Hence I've not got round to much this last week. We did though get the new curtains which I have to sew. Will have to whip things into action next week and get a shower installed.

Monday 9 July 2007

Jive

Went to a 1940s GingerJive night, and it was gooood. It did involve dressing up and there were loads of army/RAF uniformed people about and several in zoot suits, and as for the ladies well it's obviously an excuse to wear ball dresses for some - I wore a dress from Marks&Spencers and it went ok, did the hair up and it was fine.  First one I've been to, I'm obviously obsessive about this dance stuff as now Lindy Hop and Ceroc are on my to do list, oooo and go to some more jive nights.

Saturday 7 July 2007

I like driving in my car...

Well actually I don't have a car. But it is a car story, about last night. On my way out M and D were giving me a lift and there was a huge amount of traffic around - well it's been an exhibition week so we knew there'd be lots of people around. There were also lots of police around and lots of cars. So you'd think less chance of getting up any speed... true but still some idiot managed to hit us in the back. Can't believe how little damage there was considering how loud the bang was and how hard we hit the headrests. Well it all seemed reasonable, exchanged info etc but we'll have to wait and see if the whole insurance thing goes well. I also hope D doesn't suffer whiplash - as driver D seemed to be suffering last night.
I'm ok, bit tender not as sore as I expected, perhaps all this decorating and moving things has strengthened my neck muscles.
Should I think this a kick in the pants? Hmmm.

Thursday 5 July 2007

Job

Ok so it's been a while and so much has happened.
Work is worse than the playground - he does she does and I'm fed up with it.
Yesterday I had my "monthly" review and apparently (shock horror) there's work not done by me the following day!! WoW how bad am i! What's happening is we work on a rota and I'll be focusing on one type of task one day and something different the next, and it's been commented on the following day that there's loads of that type of work there to do so the obvious conclusion is that I didn't do it the day before. Now because of the wonder of computers and software it means that people can add to my "daily duty" via the system. Well now that's all fine and dandy except I work an 8 till 4 day and they can still add stuff once I've gone home. Yup you may be guessing the problem here... I'm obviously not doing my work once I've left the office! Naughty me I should be working 24 hours a day and then it wont build up ! Pathetic.
Hate it. I thought I'd got to my most despondent point when they had a go about my hours (you know the usual where I'm sitting at my desk during lunch and get interrupted with work and so I add the time on or I've stayed late and no one's noticed except the following day when it's announced across the office that I'm there after 4 (even more shock horror) and it's the first time I've ever done that!) How can I say this politely - they are really good at demotivation and making me loathe the place. It's like, 'coz I don't have a loud mouth and I just get on and do things I'm obviously not working and I'm taking the mickey. So now not only do I have to tell people to go away I'm on lunch but at the end of the day like a school child I have to report to my teacher... sorry team leader that there's nothing left to do and everything still hanging around has a note on it to say why it's hanging around.
Next they'll be monitoring my toilet use and how long I spend in there (which will be too long!).
Oh set me free from this pathetic place... thinking street cleaning wouldn't be this much trouble.

Tuesday 3 July 2007

A Tuesday in the life....

Ok so this might be a cheat – I am going to post this after I get home.
Work is work and boring as ever although I’m surprising myself by not nodding off over my keyboard – might have something to do with reading other peoples blogs and typing this. Oop was going to say I’d done all the demanding things and now no-one wants anything but upon refreshing I see at least 3 people want something…. What I wonder, bet it wont be as interesting as the 300 condoms ordered last month or the cows requested last week. Nope not that interesting just some certificates…hmm wonder when mine will turn up, I did pass the course in February, but then it did have to be returned as they spelt my name wrong! I am fairly sure I’m not a boy.
So the big news today is the centre manager is leaving – oooo wonder what brought that on. And it was sunny with actual sun shinning when I went for my (after) 10am hot choc – trying to wean myself off too much coffee.

Read: not reading any book per se, my bus trips are filled with catch up reading on the magazine I subscribe to… ok both ones full of lovely pictures (wish I could take that kinda shot) and the other’s wordy and informative – like the article about forgetfulness being…. now what was it….
“…failing to remember everything is a sign your brain is working properly.”
Nice to know.
I’ve also got one of these download books “Fallen Angels” by Larry Niven (pg 19 so far).
12:26 I am nodding….sleep is stealing in, well what d’ya expect when my interest has to be kept by ordering leaflets ones I don’t even get to see and larf at the funny people. Lunch will be soon…must keep eyes open….did I mention the ridiculously early time I have to catch a bus to work? Hmm? Ok it’s not that ridiculous – 7:10am – but I feel it should be 7:30 or later so allowing me to stay in bed past 6:30, and the club means I don’t get home till past 10:45 (it’s usually just before 11pm I crawl through the door and think hmmmm tea…bed… zzzz and then it takes forever to get into bed particularly as things just keep getting in the way – must-have-passes-in-the-morning-else-be-walking-to-work-and-unable-to-get-in-the-office-types-things).
Mwaaahahaa! *I roll my head manically left to right* I have the power. Well I’ve decided to look into why the yellow triangle is appearing after raise 8 or 9 order and it appears something is marked for deletion – don’t ask me what as it doesn’t come under my number comprehension – I work with certain numbers and this was definitely outside the realms. Boy if that’s a problem it will come back to me, don’t know why I larf manically about it, perhaps I just don’t care. In this place everything returns with a vengeance.

14:51
Ok I’m getting pissed off.
Bloody e-mail software! Notes won’t let me copy an address and I’m now narked with the system and want to kick it hard. Don’t wanna do it now because it’s bloody annoying – easy enough to copy and paste but it wont so I’m not messing around typing the whole thing in they’ll just have to look the bloody number up themselves.

3:20pm bloody e-mail’s gone down ….. yippee I guess in ways, but boo hiss in that I can’t get my e-mails…Oh what to do for half an hour.. I know.. read (surreptitiously)!

Thought of the day: Will my shower be installed when I get home or not? I’m taking bets that it wont be (either time ran away or there’s a part missing/”it was broke when I opened the box”).

Weekends

I sanded and primed and then my folks came over with a small shrub which we planted in the front garden (fingers crossed it'll survive the upheaval), then I madly glossed and had to get ready to go out dancing - 'twas a party night as the "hostess" is off to Spain and she did all these intros to the lovely little lady who's taking on the Saturday Socials and the gyrating-naf teacher who's taking on Thursdays. No grudge honest - by the end of it all I couldn't care wether they got it or I did. It's just several of us were not impressed by how a teacher (who should know better) could not dance in line because someone near her wasn't as mobile and was struggling a little with the steps - the teacher then dashed to the front and ensured she took up the space of 4 dancers with her actions.
Professional - pah! I doubt it lots. She writhes as well in the most unbecoming way - it's like watching someone's 50+ mother (can't say mine because my mum doesn't attempt writhing in any circumstances) try to copy Girls Aloud,Beyonce and Shikira. OK saying that then looking at their website they obviously have time to input into their club and seem to do an amazing amount of gigs (from charity do's to Christmas Partys to 4 clubs during the week) why is what I want to know, Why are all the awful teachers the popular ones? Why can't I make my own clubs as popular as their's seem to be? what's the secret? do I need a bad attitude, an awful accent so no one can understand me, or be so up my own b*m thinking I'm so very fantastic at everything? And that was all on Saturday! Sunday I went to the enourmous M&S in Camberley - spent all day there I could but didn't as 
dinner from lovely restaurant beckoned my grumbling tummy.