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I've had a weekend!
Now, I am aware that that sounds strange. After all, weekends are generally Saturday and Sunday, and then back to work, or whatever else one does during the week. My point being that weekend generally are the punctuation of the week.
I often feel as though my week has petered out to a rather watery conclusion, and then all the madness starts again. A bit like a blancmange, really. (Actually, I think it may only be me who understands that. Oh well).
But this weekend. Cor, gosh. Hubby and I walked into town. Which is one of the minor miracles of the world in itself (particularly as we did it on Monday too). Then watched the England match, then watched a film. Then today, we actually got up, and went out to
Flatford, and had lunch and walked, and had an ice cream, and came home. I've left out the getting lost on the way, but only because I wasn't navigating.
So, all in all, it feels like a proper break. Hurrah!
Dilemma
Do I start this in pieces, and hope that they all post? Or just type one long thing, which may get lost in the internet ether. I can't quite believe in any event that I managing two entries this week. What is happening?
Actually, I'm starting to get a little more organised, which is good, and am even contemplating buying a little perspex desk tidy from
The Holding Company, even though it is ludicrously expensive. It will not last.
I don't think I have much more to say at present, but at least I'm here!
I'm in the playoffs!
Had feedback from the interview today. Turns out I wasn't as rubbish as I thought I was, but that four people were better than me. That's out of the eight who passed the board. There were only four jobs. Chiz. Apparently, and rarely, they have all accepted the offers. Is it mean to hope that one of them backs out?
The back is getting better, tho it is still stiff, and I have to sit in a rather funny position. At least I haven't had to go to the docs tho'. I may be becoming phobic I hate my doctor's surgery so much. Or perhaps not.
On Maundy Thursday hubby and I will be going to have our voices recorded to be made into an amalgam of other people's voices to become part of a Japanese car navigational system. How cool is that? Apparently, they're short of people, so if anyone's interested...
It's Sunday
and it's 5.47am. Why am I awake? I did not plan to be awake. I planned to be very asleep. My back woke me up at 4.09, and I have not been able to sleep since. Hubby was a star, waking up at the sounds of small (OK, increasing in volume) wimper-moans and massaging my back. It consequently feels a little better, and I hope to sleep soon.
Latest theory is that I have trapped a nerve, as pain did start to radiate down my leg. It is not fun, and I'd now like to trade my body in for someone else's. I'm not too fussed whose. Can I keep my head though?!
Refried beans
I was thinking about refried beans as I lay on the floor after a bath designed to ease my back. (It did. A bit). What's the point of refried beans? And does anyone fry beans in the first place? Because if you don't fry beans, how can you re-fry them? And what consistency do they have. You can tell that the thought of refried beans is somewhat repellant. Which makes me wonder why I was thinking about them in the first place.
Hubby says that I should put the exact link in to the House of Lords thingy. I think that's probably less fun, but here it is:
full link. Sorry for anyone who might have done all the hard work on the previous post.... Of course, if you haven't, and you think it would be more fun, feel free!
Well, that worked
They have returned. My amnesia has passed.
Actually I thought that I had pressed a button and was unaware of it, thus consigning the more recent posts to outer blogdom. I am relieved that they have returned.
Hmmmmm
Where have my archives gone? There only appears to be one lot now. Someone has stolen my memories. Give them back you lowly cur...
Aaaaaarrrrggghhhhhhh
I have backache. I have the sort of backache that feels like a rather hot lance being shoved rather carelessly under and to the right of my ribs. However I sit/lie/stand it is not comfortable. If I am tetchy for the next week, this is why. Sorry.
Memo to self. Find osteopath.
Oh dear
I do mean to write more frequently, but time escapes from my nerveless grasp and runs away yelping down the street. In other words, there are always a thousand other things to do. And some of them (breathing, eating, drinking) more necessary.
So, then. The news. Was in court for most of last week, which was confusingly very, very tiring. I'm not quite sure why it is so tiring sitting down taking notes, but, trust me, it is. But, good news of the week, won the House of Lords case. If you wanted to see the judgment, you could go to
the House of Lords website and you'd find it. If not, don't. Up to you.
I have set myself a task for this blog. I plan to learn how to post links to other blogs. Because there are some that I drop in on every now and again, and I'd like to link them. They're mostly not the ones written by American teenagers. Not, I hasten to add, in case an American teenager who blogs has stumbled across this blog, because I have anything against American teenagers, but because the generation gap is just too big for comfort. So that is this week/month/year's task. Or perhaps I should set myself a more achievable one. Like writing here more regularly. Actually though (small crumb of comfort) once a week is regular; just not frequent!
So...
I didn't get the job. Which was as expected, but thought that I ought to say anyway. There are big changes taking place in present job though, which means that I can probably bear it for a little while longer!
I hate to be dogmatic, but everyone reading this who has or does eat fast food, should read "Fast Food Nation"; it's a scary book, and I won't be rushing to KFC again.
In the meantime, this week is going to be a busy, busy week, and owing to a busy, busy weekend, I'm starting it nearly as tired as I started the weekend. Still, we have a day off on Friday and a day off on Monday to look forward to! Huzzah!!
Whinge, moan, moan, whinge
Is pretty much all I heard at work today. Sorry to, for the nth time, repeat my work woes on here, but if you're reading this and you know me, be glad that I'm not boring you in person, and if you don't know me, well, you don't really have to read this, now do you? There are, I'm sure, people who view going to work as an opportunity to have more stuff to moan about. I really, really
try to look at work as a bit of a challenge (boring otherwise), but fun as well. It works most of the time, and doesn't make work a chore. Wish I could convince others to do the same.
And if my day wasn't marred by the moaners, it was scuppered by the stupid.
Moan, grrrrr, whinge.
Hey, I'm as bad as them.....
OK, that's all. I've finished.
On a positive note, I am really rocketing through work at the moment, and have rigidly organised my working environment. I shall shortly be moving to my own office, which will be fabulous. An oasis of calm, peace, and vickspace. A few weeks is all it will take.
Probably then I'll get the new job and move open-plan!
Hey, no ads!
Well, this looks so much better. I am even thinking of having link-type things. When I get a minute to work out how to put them along the side and all that. Since I now know how to put them in the text. Ha, ha. World domination
will be mine!
Weekends
Go too quickly for my liking. After I've caught up on the sleep lost by not going to bed early enough during the week, it's time to go back to work. Grrrr.
Actually, the answer would be to go to bed earlier during the week, and then at the weekend, I could spring, gazelle-like, out of bed at a reasonble hour (well, in the morning anyway) and get on with the day. In fact, hubby and I pledge to have an early night every day during the week, but in fact find ourselves in bed later and later. Something must change. I write that in the hope that it will, but I know really that it won't. Oh well, c'est la vie and all that.
Still waiting...
But this time for the job stuff. Which I know means that I didn't get it in this round, but still means that there is another round to go. Aaargh. So now the question, do I apply for other jobs, or wait and see. Indolence means that I shall probably do the latter, and also the fact that I am very easily confused, and might tell the wrong people the wrong things at the wrong time. Ho hum.
I shall never post here again that I expect to have an easy week. It is clearly the kiss of death. Last week I ended up getting to work twice by 7.30am-ish, and leaving at the normal sort of time, and had lots and lots of work to do. Perhaps if I think that next week I will have lots and lots of work to do, it will somehow work out easier...!
waiting and waiting
and I so hate waiting. I'm waiting for one person to approve one letter, and let me know that it's approved. It's taken 20 minutes so far. Once they've done that, I can go home. Huzzah.
Hurumph and other useful words
If anyone mentions chilling to me, I shall never talk to them again. That might be viewed by some as an opportunity, so for those people, if you mention chilling, I shall talk to you, at any and every given opportunity, and possibly without ceasing.
I have work to do. And I have to go see an MP this afternoon. I would rather be on a beach.
Hurumph
This week...
I shall be mostly chilling.
I don't have any preparations for interviews to do. I don't have an awful lot of work to do. Thus chillage is in order. I shall have to work quite hard though to maintain the requisite facade of hard work without actually doing any.
Weekends
should be much, much longer. In fact, the week should be the weekend, and the weekend the week. That would make more sense than arriving at Sunday eary evening and realising that it's time to prepare to go to work again. Boo.
Spent a lovely Saturday night/Sunday morning with friends in Eastbourne. The loveliness of it was marred by the chugginess/purring noise made by the car. I think it's tappits, but it'll probably turn out to be another one of those pesky dust trays. For those of you who may consider how unlikely it would be for a car to have two dust trays, go back a stage.
Why does a car need one dust tray? An issue from the early days of this blog, and
stillnot resolved.
Have read on the front page of blogger about Audioblog. How cool is that? I like the idea, but I've never had much faith in machines interpreting what I say. I don't even really like the phone, and at least then there is another person on the end of the line (mostly).
Hubby says that I should go back and edit my previous posts to show that I am now clever and can link things. But I think that (a) that would make a nonsense of two whole posts (which would be foolisher), and (b) that anyone reading this should understand the particular frustrations I sometimes experience in the blogging world.
