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Lifts
Is it just me who tries to close the doors really quickly so that the person one can hear coming can't get in? I found myself dancing a gleeful little dance in the lift yesterday lunchtime because I wasn't interrupted in my reveries by the presence of others. I am wondering what this says about me, and am concluding that it perhaps says nothing good. Ho hum.
Hubby has very kindly shown me the handily placed (and hitherto overlooked) link button at the top of the box into which I type. Cleverclogs! Unfortunately, I don't want to link to anything now, but at least I know that if I did, I could.
I tried...
to do a link. But I couldn't do it. Praps I'll try again...
Baha'i
fingers crossed...
Cheered up
I like a religion that allows 5 days for a party. Check out the
Baha'i stuff. I've just enjoyed fruit at the expense of those Baha'ians in the office. Tho I would admit I preferred yesterday's chocolate!
Boo
to me. Had the big interview yesterday, and spent most of the morning feeling vaguely confused. I really, really, really don't like interviews. I think I regard them as a load of people trying to catch me out. And usually succeeded. Anyway, it didn't go well. Worse than that, it didn't go well because of me rather than because of them. Which is much, much worse.
I am trying to be peaceful recently, and not lose my temper or throw my toys out of the pram. It gets harder though, particularly when people ask me stupid questions about things, and about things which I know nothing. Bah.
Organisation
is a good thing. I have spent much of this morning getting organised. The office is meant to have a clear desk policy. Ha. Most of it seems to have a clear mind policy. It would be nice to have so little work to do that one could operate a clear desk policy. I suppose we all have to have aspirations however.
24
I like 24. And Keifer Sutherland is much better looking than he was when younger. But I don't get the back story to it. Which is irritating. I hope it will be revealed in due course...
Aha...!
I exist. Well, actually, I've always existed. Possibly. Save when in the middle of a wood on my own, or something Jungian like that.
I have had neck ache for a week now. This is not the same as being a pain in the neck, although I may also have managed that. It is entirely my own fault, so although sympathy is always acceptable, I don't feel that it is required from all and sundry. I sit badly, and I appear to have been sitting badly for long enough to make my hands hurt (try it; it does after a while). Bah. But it's getting better...
I have lost the will be be at work really; everyone seems to want super-douper versions of everything much quicker than they ever wanted it before. I want to work elsewhere. I hope to be offered a job by the end of the month. That is my goal. I nearly typed foal; but that would have made much less sense.
I want to...
build my own house. I have actually always wanted to do this. And I know that there will be those who think "but you've got a 6 bedroom house already, what could you want with more". Well, I wouldn't build a six bedroom house for a start; I'd build a house with purpose built rooms for the purposes for which we use bedrooms. And I'd build it partly underground for insulation. I just think that it's a compromise always when you live in a house that someone else has built, but if you built your own, you'd have everything you wanted to the specification you wanted.
Hubby says we can't afford it though, and I spose he's right. Chiz.
The Tube
No, not the 80's pop programme, but the underground (and no, not the rather seedy club in Croydon which I was never trendy enough to go to). I'm not quite sure why it is that people behave so rudely. There really is no need to push past people without saying "excuse me" or "sorry". Grrrr. And it's worse at present, because the Central Line is down, so everyone in the world (and trust me, it feels like everyone in the world) is on the District and Circle Lines. Fun, fun, fun.
Must admit, I nearly swiped at the woman who gave thanks for not having to do this every day, and then observed, smugly, that congestion charging would make it worse. There is a time and a place. That was neither.
I was considering at one point getting a comments counter thingy for this blog. Two things put me off at the time; one, I was too lazy to work out how to get one, and two, there's always the fear that no-one would bother to comment. Which would make it all a little sad. But today, I read that someone whose blog I read won't be posting any more for a while because he's just been flamed in people's comments. I don't really see the point of taking the effort to write to someone telling them how rubbish they are. What would that say about your life if you did that? And if anyone reading this has done it, you should be ashamed of yourself. Is there an icon thingy for me wagging my finger in a remonstrating sort of a way?!
I've spent much of today doing things for other people. I quite like doing things for other people, but I'd quite like it if it were a kind-of circular arrangement, and whilst I was doing things for people, they were doing things for me. Somehow, it doesn't seem to work like that. I have never worked out why.
I have an interview in two weeks. Which is good. Although I shall have to re-learn lots of stuff I once knew, and have now forgotten. I read once that we never really forget things, but lock them away in bits of memory, and don't use them. Hopefully I shall find the key before I have the same information in two places in my brain. That makes me sound a little like a computer!
I'm still here... honest!
Wow. It seems a long time. Judging by the last entry, it has been a long time. For those few, those precious few (hi, Jane; see you got a mention!) reading this, I have had a case in the House of Lords this last week. I seem to have had homework every night of a more intense nature than I had at school, or even at University.
It's a very strange institute, the House of Lords. There is a lot of dressing up, and bowing and scraping. But that's everyone other than the Law Lords themselves. When you get into the committee room for the hearing (having had to line up outside and bow to each of them as they come in), it boils down to five old gimmers in lounge suits sitting round a table, with everyone fawning at them.
Then, occasionally, they ask the question that you have been trying to formulate for the last year and a half, and whittle the case down to the answer to that one question. They are scarily bright guys. And, just in case, if any Law Lord happens to be reading this (it
could happen!), apologies for the irreverence. Well, actually, I don't apologise; it is anachronistic, and outdated, and frankly bizarre, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
So anyway, my absence has solely been down to pure hard work, and exhaustion.
But I'm back now. Be afraid, be very afraid.
