Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Working down a Coalmine.
I'm hiding away in another office. I used to sit in a reasonably sized room with three women, one of whom was addicted to daytime home and cookery shows. Oh and chatting to her parents for hours at a time, first to mum then repeating the conversation almost verbatim to dad. But the other two were great. Slowly time marches on (ie people have lives, get jobs, have babies) and before you know it, it's just me on my own.
Well that was until I came back from holiday to find a room full of people, a room full of stress and a somewhat irritating fellow sitting next to me parading his passive agressive nonsense and listening to muzak at some almost but not quite loud enough level so it just gets more irritating.
So I've gone to the other side of the hallway and set up camp there. I'm using the excuse of the genuine and palpitalbe stress being exuded by most of my colleagues as the reason but also, if I'm honest, the pile of stuff on my desk is reaching un-manageable proportions. I spend way too long sorting through it, re-stacking when they fall and generally being very hemmed in by it.
Over here, the office is empty, and quiet and it's blissful.
Even if I am going out of my tiny mind with the volume of stuff I have to do....
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Well that was until I came back from holiday to find a room full of people, a room full of stress and a somewhat irritating fellow sitting next to me parading his passive agressive nonsense and listening to muzak at some almost but not quite loud enough level so it just gets more irritating.
So I've gone to the other side of the hallway and set up camp there. I'm using the excuse of the genuine and palpitalbe stress being exuded by most of my colleagues as the reason but also, if I'm honest, the pile of stuff on my desk is reaching un-manageable proportions. I spend way too long sorting through it, re-stacking when they fall and generally being very hemmed in by it.
Over here, the office is empty, and quiet and it's blissful.
Even if I am going out of my tiny mind with the volume of stuff I have to do....
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Monday, March 31, 2008
Sunshine
I have a horrid feeling that these past few clement days may be the last I have until 'summer'. In spite of my imminent trip to Australia, I had a weather update from my best friend down under who said 'it went from summer to winter in a day and is rainy and windy'. Rainy and windy, my default position. Not mine *stares at Phillip* as such but you know the bulk of the UK's.
It being sunny until gone 7.30 is divine, although it does take some getting used to. I forgot to go home from work. Well, I didn't really, I have quite alot to do before I leave but I wasn't spurred on to leave because it was dark and before I knew it it was 7.15 and I was still there.
There will be nights at the pub over the next few weeks where I'll look around, presume it's six-ish and wonder how it got to be 10 but that'll be because I'm watching the amount of light around. God forbid I might actually wear a watch. I do own them, I think they're lovely, but I never wear them, except one that is and it doesn't really work. And no sarky remarks about me loosing track of time because I've had the odd shandy booze.
Four more glorious sleeps. I've got a haircut planned this weekend and am seriously considering booking a sun tanning session to stop the reflective nature of the colour of my legs. Pins that are almost opaque.
Regardless of which, in two weeks, post the scary flight I shall be somewhere in this photo *points down*. On the beach reading if it's cold, in the water boogie boarding if it's not and in the pub if it's late.
I'm all about the positive me.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
3D
I described my state of mind earlier to a colleague thus:
disillusioned, demotivated and disappointed.
Doesn't bode well does it.
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disillusioned, demotivated and disappointed.
Doesn't bode well does it.
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