Silver Linings

I just got moved to a new desk at work. I was not particularly happy with the idea, as the new desk is smaller and the move was badly managed with zero communication. However, on arrival at my new desk yesterday afternoon, I was glad I’d kept my feelings about the move to myself. The view from my new desk? Fantastic!

There are 3 TV screens along one wall of the office. One of those screens is a huge LCD. As I sit here typing I am looking straight at it. Of course, they are all on mute – but if you dial a specific phone extension for each channel, you can listen to whichever channel you pick.

I’m guessing that today it is going to look like I am on a very long conference call while the midday movie is on.

In even better news, I have Friday and Monday off and am heading away for a break at the beach as soon as I get out of the madhouse this afternoon.

Cross

I’m a bit cross. And trying to figure out if I am just being…. well, 12 in mentality, or if I have good reason.

Yesterday I organised a group of friends to all go to a nearby pub that has free pool and cheap drinks on Tuesday nights. I just happened to be the only one of the group who really sucks at pool, but that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy trying.

We were playing mostly doubles games, so that more people got a go at once on the pool table we’d commandeered. It became fairly clear that after the 1 game I got to play, the other more talented folks in the group didn’t want to be lumbered with a crappy partner. So I just didn’t get a go.

I tried to keep cool – but it was really hard! The boyfriend after MANY hours realised I might not have been quite as happy as normal – but couldn’t understand why my feelings were hurt that I just got totally left to sit on the sidelines by myself.

So, am I wrong to be offended? Because I still feel like my feelings are hurt by the fact that not one person in the group but me would think that everyone should get a go, whether they are good or not. Am I the only kind person in my group of friends? Or am I just the only sook?

Behave!

There’s been much to-do around the workplace of late, after some of the folks started seeing how far they could push things, and as a result we’re all on notice – no arriving late, leaving early, long lunches. So on Friday as I picked up my bag and started strolling towards the door, of course at that second the boss had to be coming through the same door. Bummer. I beamed at him and said “Yep, sure looks like you’ve caught me leaving early, huh. Still, it’s a Friday, and I think you should just thank your lucky stars I made it this long without going mad.” Then I waved and kept heading towards the door. He grinned and waved back, saying “Have a great weekend”. Phew. Of course, I could save myself all this drama if I would only just behave, but that just really does not suit me at all.

I Stole This!

I totally stole this idea from Oral Hygiene Queen.

WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother’s & father’s middle names)
William. (My mum does not have a middle name. I am suddenly very suspicious of that character Will.i.am in the Black Eyed Peas, and suspect he is really in the Witness Protection Scheme, and he too has a mum with no middle name.)

NASCAR NAME: (first name of your mother’s dad, father’s dad )
Frank Robert (this will involve surgery, no?)

STAR WARS NAME: (the first 2 letters of your last name, first 4 letters of your first name)
Heaman (I always knew I should have been a superhero)

DETECTIVE NAME: (fav color, fav city)
Blue Sydney (These categories are all screwy. Surely this is a good porn name?)

SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, most elegant-sounding city you’ve lived in)
Kathryn Sydney (Blue’s sister – also in entertainment. Hey, I don’t get out much, ok? And Sydney is too elegant. Phhhhft.)

SUPERHERO NAME: (2nd fav color, fav alcoholic drink, add “THE” to
the beginning)
The Green Beer (HA! I think I’ve had one of these on St Patrick’s Day! My Star Wars name worked better.)

GANGSTA NAME: (fav ice cream flavor, fav cookie):
Honey Malt Marbles Macadamia White Chocolate Chip (I would have to be VERY tough to get away with this gangsta name. I’m dead for sure.)

ROCK STAR NAME: (current pet’s name, current street name)
Ned Not-Telling (That totally works even though I cheated!)

PORN NAME: (1st pet, street you grew up on)
Minty Fitzroy (Technically I should have picked a different street but this one was also in my childhood and less… original sounding – thus more anonymous.)

Dreaming

In the last week I have either been drinking way too much right before bed, or had too many blankets on and overheated. Or I suppose I may be going slightly mad.

The other night I dreamt someone injected manure into my foot. I do not recall the reason, but it did seem to make perfect sense at the time as to why they were doing it. I do remember I was rather annoyed at the mystery manure injector. I think they got the manure off the garden. (Of course they did, that makes perfect sense.)

I was really pissed off with my brother when I woke up another morning, because in my dream he had bought me a dozen iced doughnuts, and 6 of them were strawberry and 4 were pineapple. He only got 1 chocolate and 1 caramel. Everyone knows the chocolate and caramel iced doughnuts are the nicest flavour of iced doughnuts, why would he get so many strawberry and pineapple??? I think it was about 4 hours before I didn’t feel annoyed with him any more.

I need to start a dream diary, there were others just as wierd or even wierder, but they slip away so quickly in the morning that if you don’t actually think about them clearly, they’re gone forever. I have heard that dreams are your subconcious brain working though things while you sleep. I’m not sure why I need to work through manure injections.

And Then, Santa Puked

Today I arrived at work to a horrifying sight. I think Santa got stuck into the turps last night and visited my office, where he puked.

Weekends are Too Short!

Blech. Heading back to work on Mondays is always a bit dreary. Normally I can distract myself with work, but the workload this week? Let’s just say I am even bored of web surfing, and it’s only Monday lunchtime. In my regular catch-up meeting with the Boss-Man a little while ago, I even heard myself saying words I never thought I’d say. “I don’t have much to do. Is there anything extra you need someone to look after?” I’ve checked, and I’m not running a fever. I suspect the Boss-Man doesn’t want to give me anything too in depth at the moment, as he still suspects the long-running saga of the interview will end in success. I suspect it will drag on for ages yet, so it could be a week or two of boredom yet.

The weekend was better that this working gig, even though it was way too short and I’m hard pressed to come up with anything much I actually did. I did cook a BBQ for the boyfriend’s parents for Saturday lunch, which probably makes up for the hours wasted at the local, bitching about the new publican we do not like. The old publican still lives in the apartment over the local, and is swarmed with barflies regulars begging him to return every time he comes home from work and wanders through the bar. The meat cooked was even more tasty as it was won at a meat raffle at the old publican’s new hotel, which the boyfriend and I visited to catch up with our old (preferred model of a) publican last week.

In unrelated news, I am totally hooked on the TV show Six Feet Under, and spent the rest of my weekend hours (this one just gone and the one before it) steadily getting through the box set. Almost finished Season 2 now. Wish I could leave work right now to watch the next episode! Plans for after work tonight though don’t include more DVD watching – they include bottling the home brew that the boyfriend made last week. I hope it’s better than the cider I made last time, which tasted like poison. Actually I suspect it was poisonous.

Wow, I’m even boring myself to sleep here. Off to find a place to nap…

At Least I DIdn’t Pick My Nose

An interview for a reasonably high up management position should last longer than half an hour, right? Yep, I thought so too. The interview was just strange – very superficial, with no curly questions and no real substance. So I figure he either LOVED me or DESPISED me at first sight. Or he has already made up his mind, and it’s going to be one of the people already working in that area of the business that I happen to know are also up for the job. At least I didn’t pick my nose, so that piece of advice was really handy.

In good news, I found a stash of banana laffy taffys today. I tried to spread them out and allow myself one a day, but couldn’t last, and I’ve already eaten the lot. Now I feel sick. I hope that’s the last of the blasted things.

Why I am Shaking in my Boots Today

This afternoon I have a job interview. It might sound odd to hear that my boss is aware of the interview – in fact is one of my referees – but it’s an internal job; a promotion, if I am indeed successful, and he in fact recommended I go for the position. (I didn’t want it at first and am still not sure, but the more I think about it the more I realise I really do want it now, which, while a very long running and poorly constructed sentence, does much to make me understand why I am starting to feel very nervous.)

The boss has two very distinct personalities. One side of him is evil and tough and mean. The other is kind of funny. When he started his reign of terror here, everyone (including me) was more than a little scared, and most of the team quickly toed the line or got managed out. I was fed up with all the bullshit, and decided to just keep my approach of having as much fun as you can while still getting the job done. Some twelve months later he seems to be used to my somewhat odd sense of humour, and at times I wonder if I am influencing him to be more silly himself. Sometimes I think he is frustrated that my approach seems to work for people – he once said to me “You are so good with people! People seem to always do what you ask them to, and that is rare! But you have to learn to use your powers for good, not evil!”

Perhaps that is why he sent me a text message this morning saying “Good luck with the interview! Make sure you don’t pick your nose!”

Why Do I Feel So Ill?

Today I have an awsome tip for you.

If you, hypothetically of course, have a stomach ache and, hypothetically, might have been to the toilet ninety bajillion times since breakfast – but need to stay at work anyway because of deadlines?
Do not eat leftover rich creamy pasta for lunch, followed by a half a jar of musk lollies, followed by 3 gooey banana flavoured things (which are called Laffy Taffy, and I have never seen before, but a lovely American temp brought in on Friday last week for Halloween).

I would be proud that I stopped at 3 Banana Laffy Taffy things but I know I only stopped because I had eaten ALL of the Banana Laffy Taffy things out of the communal bowl. And that was after telling everyone else early in the week that they were horrible so that they wouldn’t eat them. I don’t know what to do after today, I am all out of the gooey sickly sweetness.

However, perhaps that means my stomach ache might get better tomorrow.