Dear Anyone,
There was a bit of drama at work today. Well that might be a slight exaggeration, but our team leader called an emergency, off-the-record meeting, because she was made aware of a box of paperwork that had been hidden by someone and found by another, and no one will own up to it, so now she's kind of lost faith in us as a group. I can tell you in no uncertain terms that it definitely was not me. I try to get involved in boring paper filing as little as possible. Because of that, she doesn't want us to go ahead with the proposed team night out to the O2 Centre next week, because she's just not feeling it. It's a pity really, but at the same time I don't mind, because it saves money, and I guess it leaves my Friday night free... even though I'll now finish late anyway, but what's new eh?
Just in case you're wondering, I'm still bang on the job hunting, but I think I'll be experiencing a minor setback, as our internet at home has gone off... Grrr...
Friday, 23 May 2008
Monday, 19 May 2008
Pain In The Arse
Dear Anyone,
Today I returned to work after a week off sick. I'm not embarassed to say it, I had a abscess on my bum bum, and it has to be the most painful thing I think I've ever experienced. The pain started gradually about 3 weeks ago, but I thought it was just the recurring ache I get in my coccyx, as a result of a rollerskating accident I had as a child. When I went to my GP he was only too happy to tell me that I've diagnosed myself correctly. Lazy bastards. But it got worse and worse, so last week Saturday I had to go to A&E, because I could barely walk, and I couldn't sit. The doctor there told me it was the beginnings of an abscess, so she prescribed some antibiotics (the answer to everything it seems). I spent the whole weekend lying on my stomach, because I couldn't sit or walk. It was awful. And to add insult to injury, the weather was beautiful and I missed it all! And to add a slap to the insult added to the injury, my monthly visitor decided to come a wreak more havoc. You know when you want to just wail like a baby,because you think it'll make everything better? That's how I felt. But don't worry, I didn't.
One good thing happened though - Muscle came to visit me. It was so sweet of him, and I felt a bit bad because I didn't go and see him when he had the flu the week before. Luckily he came the day after the nasty abscess had burst, so I was slightly more mobile. He'd had a day crammed full of things to do, but he still made time for me, and I thank him for it. Twas nice.
I feel a lot better now, but I'm still a teeny bit fragile in that area, so if you see me don't pat me on the arse, as much as I know you'd want to...
Today I returned to work after a week off sick. I'm not embarassed to say it, I had a abscess on my bum bum, and it has to be the most painful thing I think I've ever experienced. The pain started gradually about 3 weeks ago, but I thought it was just the recurring ache I get in my coccyx, as a result of a rollerskating accident I had as a child. When I went to my GP he was only too happy to tell me that I've diagnosed myself correctly. Lazy bastards. But it got worse and worse, so last week Saturday I had to go to A&E, because I could barely walk, and I couldn't sit. The doctor there told me it was the beginnings of an abscess, so she prescribed some antibiotics (the answer to everything it seems). I spent the whole weekend lying on my stomach, because I couldn't sit or walk. It was awful. And to add insult to injury, the weather was beautiful and I missed it all! And to add a slap to the insult added to the injury, my monthly visitor decided to come a wreak more havoc. You know when you want to just wail like a baby,because you think it'll make everything better? That's how I felt. But don't worry, I didn't.
One good thing happened though - Muscle came to visit me. It was so sweet of him, and I felt a bit bad because I didn't go and see him when he had the flu the week before. Luckily he came the day after the nasty abscess had burst, so I was slightly more mobile. He'd had a day crammed full of things to do, but he still made time for me, and I thank him for it. Twas nice.
I feel a lot better now, but I'm still a teeny bit fragile in that area, so if you see me don't pat me on the arse, as much as I know you'd want to...
Saturday, 3 May 2008
'L' is for Loser
Dear Anyone,
Last night I found out what is more than likely the 'situation' that Bumper has been meaning to tell me about for the past two months. I'm not going to reveal my sources, but silly boys who think themselves 'players' need to realise that London is a very VERY small place. The long and short of it is that the mother of his daughter is due to give birth to their second child any time soon, after which they'll be getting married. I'm not going to go on about this because, to be extremely honest, I'm past caring. But can I just point out that I did ask him whether he was getting married, and he said no. And can I also say that I hate greedy, selfish guys who unnecessarily choose to keep information from you, thus ultimately making the decision about what happens between you. In this case he could have told me this a long, long time ago, and it wouldn't have meant anything to me. But instead he chose to withhold that bit of news and carry on as though he was a single man. It didn't have to go as far as us going out, but I thank the good Lord that that's as far as it went. Good luck to him, because he's going to need it.
Last night I found out what is more than likely the 'situation' that Bumper has been meaning to tell me about for the past two months. I'm not going to reveal my sources, but silly boys who think themselves 'players' need to realise that London is a very VERY small place. The long and short of it is that the mother of his daughter is due to give birth to their second child any time soon, after which they'll be getting married. I'm not going to go on about this because, to be extremely honest, I'm past caring. But can I just point out that I did ask him whether he was getting married, and he said no. And can I also say that I hate greedy, selfish guys who unnecessarily choose to keep information from you, thus ultimately making the decision about what happens between you. In this case he could have told me this a long, long time ago, and it wouldn't have meant anything to me. But instead he chose to withhold that bit of news and carry on as though he was a single man. It didn't have to go as far as us going out, but I thank the good Lord that that's as far as it went. Good luck to him, because he's going to need it.
Monday, 28 April 2008
First Base...
Dear Anyone,
Kissed at last! Kissed at last! Thank God Almighty - we've kissed at last!!! And it was gooooooood.
Muscle came to my house this morning, and I'm still a bit giddy from the visit, so you'll have to excuse me. We've been texting regularly(ish), and on Thursday I asked him if he'd like to meet up on Sunday if he had no plans, but unfortunately he did, so I didn't see him. He called me last night, while on his way to stay over at his friend's house, and he said that we should definitely meet up this week, since tonight (Sunday) didn't work out, so I was cool with that.
Then this morning he text me, and strangely enough I was awake early, because it was so bright outside (and I have no curtains in my room.... yet), and he basically said that if it's okay with me, he'll pass through and visit me on his way home from his friend's place. If it's okay with me indeed.... of course it's okay!!! He got to mine at about 10.30ish, and a couple of minutes later my mum also arrived home from work, so I called her into my room and introduced them. It was nice that he didn't mind. It shows a level of maturity that I haven't seen on a guy in a long time. Most of them think you're trying to get them to marry you, just because you've brought them into your world. It's also no longer about me trying to sneak guys into the house anymore. I'm far too old for that juvenile crap now. As long as I'm upfront, the nosy, noisy family will leave me be.
So anyway, I'm sure he was feeling a bit frisky... or maybe that was just me (heh heh) but we stayed in my room for the duration of his visit... getting to know each other a bit better (nudge nudge, wink wink). He's lovely. And he smelled nice. And that body.... Gaaaaadayum! Mmmm. Mmm. Mmm. Sorry.
I don't know what he's looking for from me, but I'm also not about to ask that yet. Of course I'd love it if he was looking for something meaningful like I am, but I have a feeling that he is very busy with trying to establish himself career-wise. Not that something like that should be a reason not to get involved with someone, because unless you're with a needy, unreasonable person, if you really want it to work, you can make that happen.
Anyway I'm going to carry on working now, and by 'work' I mean daydream and reminisce at the office....
Kissed at last! Kissed at last! Thank God Almighty - we've kissed at last!!! And it was gooooooood.
Muscle came to my house this morning, and I'm still a bit giddy from the visit, so you'll have to excuse me. We've been texting regularly(ish), and on Thursday I asked him if he'd like to meet up on Sunday if he had no plans, but unfortunately he did, so I didn't see him. He called me last night, while on his way to stay over at his friend's house, and he said that we should definitely meet up this week, since tonight (Sunday) didn't work out, so I was cool with that.
Then this morning he text me, and strangely enough I was awake early, because it was so bright outside (and I have no curtains in my room.... yet), and he basically said that if it's okay with me, he'll pass through and visit me on his way home from his friend's place. If it's okay with me indeed.... of course it's okay!!! He got to mine at about 10.30ish, and a couple of minutes later my mum also arrived home from work, so I called her into my room and introduced them. It was nice that he didn't mind. It shows a level of maturity that I haven't seen on a guy in a long time. Most of them think you're trying to get them to marry you, just because you've brought them into your world. It's also no longer about me trying to sneak guys into the house anymore. I'm far too old for that juvenile crap now. As long as I'm upfront, the nosy, noisy family will leave me be.
So anyway, I'm sure he was feeling a bit frisky... or maybe that was just me (heh heh) but we stayed in my room for the duration of his visit... getting to know each other a bit better (nudge nudge, wink wink). He's lovely. And he smelled nice. And that body.... Gaaaaadayum! Mmmm. Mmm. Mmm. Sorry.
I don't know what he's looking for from me, but I'm also not about to ask that yet. Of course I'd love it if he was looking for something meaningful like I am, but I have a feeling that he is very busy with trying to establish himself career-wise. Not that something like that should be a reason not to get involved with someone, because unless you're with a needy, unreasonable person, if you really want it to work, you can make that happen.
Anyway I'm going to carry on working now, and by 'work' I mean daydream and reminisce at the office....
Tuesday, 15 April 2008
Faboo dahling!
Dear Anyone,
Yesterday I returned from a fabulous weekend in the South of France. Ooh get me! Ten of us went to Cannes for a friend's 30th birthday, and it was maaarvelous dahling. We took a trip to Monaco on the Saturday, and had planned to go to St Tropez on Sunday, but we were told that it wouldn't be worth it, because most shops would be closed. The weather was great on all days (even though prior research showed that we were to expect good weather on only one day), the people were friendly (unlike those in Barcelona), and most importantly there was no drama or major disagreements between any of the girls.
Initially SP and I thought that there might be, because one of the girls who travelled with us is an ex-friend of ours. We fell out with her about three years ago, when we'd heard of some stupid, childish things she had been saying to other people. She's someone who is hard work. A 'high maintenance' diva, whose issues growing up have made her into a woman with the typical 'only child' syndrome. I was looking forward to the trip partly because I was going on holiday, and partly because I was intrigued with what it would be like between us. And I have to say... it was exactly how I thought it would be. We were all civil to each other. There wasn't any full on conversation between myself and her or SP and her, but if someone made a joke, we'd laugh, if one asked a question that the other knew the answer to, it would be answered - that sort of thing. It would be unrealistic to expect us to be friends again, but we are all adults... some in our 30s now... and if we went expecting there to be arguements and screaming matches, then we really wouldn't have matured at all in all this time.
That aside, I had a very good long weekend, and once again I'm depressed to be back at work... but that's a whole other complaint. We'll keep this post happy and cheery.
Yesterday I returned from a fabulous weekend in the South of France. Ooh get me! Ten of us went to Cannes for a friend's 30th birthday, and it was maaarvelous dahling. We took a trip to Monaco on the Saturday, and had planned to go to St Tropez on Sunday, but we were told that it wouldn't be worth it, because most shops would be closed. The weather was great on all days (even though prior research showed that we were to expect good weather on only one day), the people were friendly (unlike those in Barcelona), and most importantly there was no drama or major disagreements between any of the girls.
Initially SP and I thought that there might be, because one of the girls who travelled with us is an ex-friend of ours. We fell out with her about three years ago, when we'd heard of some stupid, childish things she had been saying to other people. She's someone who is hard work. A 'high maintenance' diva, whose issues growing up have made her into a woman with the typical 'only child' syndrome. I was looking forward to the trip partly because I was going on holiday, and partly because I was intrigued with what it would be like between us. And I have to say... it was exactly how I thought it would be. We were all civil to each other. There wasn't any full on conversation between myself and her or SP and her, but if someone made a joke, we'd laugh, if one asked a question that the other knew the answer to, it would be answered - that sort of thing. It would be unrealistic to expect us to be friends again, but we are all adults... some in our 30s now... and if we went expecting there to be arguements and screaming matches, then we really wouldn't have matured at all in all this time.
That aside, I had a very good long weekend, and once again I'm depressed to be back at work... but that's a whole other complaint. We'll keep this post happy and cheery.
Friday, 4 April 2008
Patience Is A Virtue (Or So I've Been Told)
Dear Anyone,
So... I haven't really spoken to Muscle this week, and I'd really like to meet up this weekend, so what do I do?? The last time I saw him (alone) was last Wednesday. I'd called him just to say hello and there was no answer, but then he called me back about an hour later and said that he wasn't far from where I work, so he could come and meet me. Who would say no to such an offer, eh? Not me. We met at the train station, grabbed a snack, and then he escorted me most of my way home. Twas very sweet of him. And he smelt beautiful! He asked me when he's going to see where I live, and I told him "soon." If he only knew how unfit my room is for visitors!! But it is definitely a kick-up-the-bum incentive for me to sort it out and redecorate.
Now I'm kinda feeling a bit...peckish. I'd like to see him again. I'm tempted to call him, but I called last time, and you're supposed to let the guy do the chasing, right? What do you think I should do?
So... I haven't really spoken to Muscle this week, and I'd really like to meet up this weekend, so what do I do?? The last time I saw him (alone) was last Wednesday. I'd called him just to say hello and there was no answer, but then he called me back about an hour later and said that he wasn't far from where I work, so he could come and meet me. Who would say no to such an offer, eh? Not me. We met at the train station, grabbed a snack, and then he escorted me most of my way home. Twas very sweet of him. And he smelt beautiful! He asked me when he's going to see where I live, and I told him "soon." If he only knew how unfit my room is for visitors!! But it is definitely a kick-up-the-bum incentive for me to sort it out and redecorate.
Now I'm kinda feeling a bit...peckish. I'd like to see him again. I'm tempted to call him, but I called last time, and you're supposed to let the guy do the chasing, right? What do you think I should do?
Friday, 28 March 2008
Life Is Far Too Short
Dear Anyone,
One of my brother's friend's passed away from leukaemia yesterday. He was only 29. I can't believe it. I didn't even know him, I've only met him twice, but he seemed like a really nice guy. The first time I'd met him it was at a club and he recognised me (I don't know how!), so he came over and introduced himself as my brother's friend, and said that if I want a drink or anything I should just let him know and he'll look after me, because my brother is a very good friend of his. My friends and I thought it was so funny, because it's as if my brother is some kind of celebrity! That's not the first time that something like that has happened to me concerning him.
It's so sad. My brother was only with him a couple of days ago, because they went to sort out the guy's passport. He wanted to travel in the little time he had left, but then he developed a cold sore which then spread all over his face. I feel really sorry for my brother, because as far as I know he is the fourth friend that my brother has lost. The other three all died in the same year; one died in a car crash they were all in, one was stabbed to death by his brother, and the other (who was my brother's best friend) died in a motorbike accident. That one was the worst because it was such a shock. My brother and I haven't really been close for many years, but at that time I just wanted to hug him.
It's things like this that make me want to just do what I can to make myself happy, because you just never know...
One of my brother's friend's passed away from leukaemia yesterday. He was only 29. I can't believe it. I didn't even know him, I've only met him twice, but he seemed like a really nice guy. The first time I'd met him it was at a club and he recognised me (I don't know how!), so he came over and introduced himself as my brother's friend, and said that if I want a drink or anything I should just let him know and he'll look after me, because my brother is a very good friend of his. My friends and I thought it was so funny, because it's as if my brother is some kind of celebrity! That's not the first time that something like that has happened to me concerning him.
It's so sad. My brother was only with him a couple of days ago, because they went to sort out the guy's passport. He wanted to travel in the little time he had left, but then he developed a cold sore which then spread all over his face. I feel really sorry for my brother, because as far as I know he is the fourth friend that my brother has lost. The other three all died in the same year; one died in a car crash they were all in, one was stabbed to death by his brother, and the other (who was my brother's best friend) died in a motorbike accident. That one was the worst because it was such a shock. My brother and I haven't really been close for many years, but at that time I just wanted to hug him.
It's things like this that make me want to just do what I can to make myself happy, because you just never know...
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