17.10.02
Hi my name is Sarah...
and I'm a Frou Frou addict... more specifically my weakness has been exposed as track 1 and 7.
Phew, now I've got that off my chest, I think I can get on with my day... oh yes, that doesn't mean that I'm going to stop listening.
The sun is so big and yellow today, the sky so blue, it's dang gorgeous.
I tried taking the tube this morning in a trial run to see if it was better than taking the bus... Not a chance... what a nightmare.... I honestly don't know how people do it... It's like a mob scene and I only went three stops. Never again. I shall weather the climate and the clogged roads rather than be part of the underground human sausage factory.
I'm supposed to be going to this drinks thing tonight with the recruitment company who connected me with this job... I'm not terribly interested but they rang and e-mailed so many times that I felt obliged to say yes. I shall then forego my gym-tivities this pm and trundle off to Faringdon to mill around with people I don't know... Perhaps the hob knobbing will come in handy a couple years from now (or a few months if my contract isn't renewed) when I'm looking for work again. I always feel like such a little kid at things like this...
want to know what the winning lotto numbers are going to be on Saturday? I'm thinking 5, 34, 19, 8, 17, 1
and I'm a Frou Frou addict... more specifically my weakness has been exposed as track 1 and 7.
Phew, now I've got that off my chest, I think I can get on with my day... oh yes, that doesn't mean that I'm going to stop listening.
The sun is so big and yellow today, the sky so blue, it's dang gorgeous.
I tried taking the tube this morning in a trial run to see if it was better than taking the bus... Not a chance... what a nightmare.... I honestly don't know how people do it... It's like a mob scene and I only went three stops. Never again. I shall weather the climate and the clogged roads rather than be part of the underground human sausage factory.
I'm supposed to be going to this drinks thing tonight with the recruitment company who connected me with this job... I'm not terribly interested but they rang and e-mailed so many times that I felt obliged to say yes. I shall then forego my gym-tivities this pm and trundle off to Faringdon to mill around with people I don't know... Perhaps the hob knobbing will come in handy a couple years from now (or a few months if my contract isn't renewed) when I'm looking for work again. I always feel like such a little kid at things like this...
want to know what the winning lotto numbers are going to be on Saturday? I'm thinking 5, 34, 19, 8, 17, 1
16.10.02
Mystery fruit
so yes, as so it goes, I've noticed a strange phenomenon here in ze office... At the beginning of every week, provisions of various fruits arrive in the second floor kitchen... it's the special kitchen that dispenses yummy dr. pepper sodie pops for free. So anyways, back to the fruit. It arrives there and somehow, a portion of it arrives upstairs to the third floor where I work in the lounge/plasma screen tele area. There is a fair quantity and a good selection of various types of fruitful fancy... Then, as if by magic... within a day it's all gone... nothing left but a stray bruised banana. I've never seen anyone eat any of it, nor have I been brave enough to try it myself... but yes indeedy it goes. I'm thinking perhaps it's the TV production team that is responsible for the consumption. Be that as it may, I'm still puzzled as I've never before witnessed fruit provisions from an employer before... super strange. Maybe someone's family owns a fruit stand... I don't know. Gee, the things I waste my time pondering about.
what's the difference between provision and ration? is the only difference is that a ration is limited? But provisions can be limited too, when does a provision become a ration or visa versa?
I love my new gym. I did a tae bo class last night for the first time in over a year. Man, I did we ever look like a bunch of twats. But all the right parts are experiencing a dull ache today so it's all good. I don't' think I'll ever find a class that is as good as the one Eldon ran at Mitel... he knew his stuff, and made you work hard till you thought you were going to die... ahh the joys of exercise.
I've booked my flight home for xmas, finally found a direct one, it cost about 60£ more but it was much more attractive than transferring in Frankfurt and adding an extra 8h total flying time...
Can't wait to go home and see everyone, I really wish I had the money to bring miss Hazel with me...
Yesterday morning I dreamt that I was getting ready to have tea with my dad. I was so excited, sadly I was awoken by the alarm clock before he actually arrived. That would have been so nice....
so yes, as so it goes, I've noticed a strange phenomenon here in ze office... At the beginning of every week, provisions of various fruits arrive in the second floor kitchen... it's the special kitchen that dispenses yummy dr. pepper sodie pops for free. So anyways, back to the fruit. It arrives there and somehow, a portion of it arrives upstairs to the third floor where I work in the lounge/plasma screen tele area. There is a fair quantity and a good selection of various types of fruitful fancy... Then, as if by magic... within a day it's all gone... nothing left but a stray bruised banana. I've never seen anyone eat any of it, nor have I been brave enough to try it myself... but yes indeedy it goes. I'm thinking perhaps it's the TV production team that is responsible for the consumption. Be that as it may, I'm still puzzled as I've never before witnessed fruit provisions from an employer before... super strange. Maybe someone's family owns a fruit stand... I don't know. Gee, the things I waste my time pondering about.
what's the difference between provision and ration? is the only difference is that a ration is limited? But provisions can be limited too, when does a provision become a ration or visa versa?
I love my new gym. I did a tae bo class last night for the first time in over a year. Man, I did we ever look like a bunch of twats. But all the right parts are experiencing a dull ache today so it's all good. I don't' think I'll ever find a class that is as good as the one Eldon ran at Mitel... he knew his stuff, and made you work hard till you thought you were going to die... ahh the joys of exercise.
I've booked my flight home for xmas, finally found a direct one, it cost about 60£ more but it was much more attractive than transferring in Frankfurt and adding an extra 8h total flying time...
Can't wait to go home and see everyone, I really wish I had the money to bring miss Hazel with me...
Yesterday morning I dreamt that I was getting ready to have tea with my dad. I was so excited, sadly I was awoken by the alarm clock before he actually arrived. That would have been so nice....
10.10.02
Aie Aie Frou Frou, Can I have a sample please?
The Story of FrouFrou
"Music can be like perfume," suggests a Frou Frou. "It's almost a scent, you know, where the right smell changes an environment and makes life more bearable. "If the challenge for a pair of skilled musical parfumiers is to connect up all five senses and create a sixth realm of heightened emotion, rediscovered memory and awakened dreaming, the debut album by Frou Frou is an olfactory breakthrough.
The Story of FrouFrou
"Music can be like perfume," suggests a Frou Frou. "It's almost a scent, you know, where the right smell changes an environment and makes life more bearable. "If the challenge for a pair of skilled musical parfumiers is to connect up all five senses and create a sixth realm of heightened emotion, rediscovered memory and awakened dreaming, the debut album by Frou Frou is an olfactory breakthrough.
Duhhh
You, know sometimes I'm relatively vacant upstairs... I ,know I'm a creature of habit, but never before have I come so face to face with my own neurosis... I take the bus every morning to work... I catch it just down the road from my house and it takes me right to my office in about an hour. I always do this, unless miss hazel is with me, then I sometimes take a bus with her half way and then change to my normal bus at Angel.
And then it happened.
I had the epiphany.
This morning I took the 56 with H to Angel... then after much deliberation, lived on the wild side and got on a different bus (73) and took it to Euston... From there I jumped another bus which took me straight to Gt. Portland street! My god. why? Why have I never done this before? Total shut down of lateral thinking? Me thinks so... I think back to all those days I stood at the bus stop idly waiting for my specific number 30... shuddering in the cold, boiling with frustration when the bus didn't come and it took me an hour and a half to get to work... There is something very gravely wrong with my brain in the morning.
To make things even stranger, I realized that in the evening, I jump on any bus that is going in remotely the right direction.
You heard it here first....
I'm losing it.
7.10.02
Ouch!
So I managed to scald the inside of my arm last night... just at the bend, you know, where they usually draw blood for blood tests? How you ask? Quite simple I reply...
Items required...
one hot glass kettle
two and a half pints of Guinness (ingested)
one reach around Hazel as she's trying to poor her tea...
the result is one, really really sore arm... all pink and hurting.
So I managed to scald the inside of my arm last night... just at the bend, you know, where they usually draw blood for blood tests? How you ask? Quite simple I reply...
Items required...
one hot glass kettle
two and a half pints of Guinness (ingested)
one reach around Hazel as she's trying to poor her tea...
the result is one, really really sore arm... all pink and hurting.
3.10.02
one hundred things I want to do before I die (in no particular order)
*note there are only 77 things for now more to come as life progresses*
1. pay off student loan
2. get married
3. perform in a west end play
4. learn Spanish
5. live by the sea
6. meet bjork
7. have a baby
8. do a masters degree
9. work in television
10. go to Capri
11. invent clear chewing gum
12. make my own clothes
13. write a book
14. own a car
15. visit Cornwall
16. own and bed and breakfast
17. learn photography
18. sing karaoke
19. see the cure live
20. paraglide
21. live in New York
22. learn Chinese
23. sail on a yacht
24. buy my mum a jag (or something super fab)
25. run 10K
26. paint a huge tableau
27. take a life drawing class
28. write my memoirs
29. grow a garden
30. come out to my family
31. learn to waltz
32. do a triathlon
33. learn to snowboard
34. win the lotto
35. design jewellery
36. own a swimming pool
37. visit Iceland
38. lose 10lbs
39. make a sculpture
40. see my sister get married
41. fly a kite
42. visit New Caledonia
45. learn how to pole vault
46. act in a movie
47. climb a tree
48. own a shop
49. go on a road trip without a map
50. have a show in a gallery
51. see without my glasses at night
52. buy a chiwawa
53. live somewhere in Scandinavia
54. learn a Scandinavian language
55. make a cherry pie
56. drive a vespa
57. write a screenplay
58. learn to skate board
59. grow wise
60. teach (something)
61. own a home
63. get a promotion
64. learn how to play guitar
65. learn how to play the cello
66. visit Scotland
67. stay at the ice hotel in Sweden
68. go deep sea fishing
69. go to Oktoberfest in Munich
70. own a pet hedgehog
71. hug a baby harp seal
72. visit Mauritius
73. buy a mini pincer
74. dye my eyebrows pink or blue
75. study at St. Martens
76. own a goat
77. learn to meditate
*note there are only 77 things for now more to come as life progresses*
1. pay off student loan
2. get married
3. perform in a west end play
4. learn Spanish
5. live by the sea
6. meet bjork
7. have a baby
8. do a masters degree
9. work in television
10. go to Capri
11. invent clear chewing gum
12. make my own clothes
13. write a book
14. own a car
15. visit Cornwall
16. own and bed and breakfast
17. learn photography
18. sing karaoke
19. see the cure live
20. paraglide
21. live in New York
22. learn Chinese
23. sail on a yacht
24. buy my mum a jag (or something super fab)
25. run 10K
26. paint a huge tableau
27. take a life drawing class
28. write my memoirs
29. grow a garden
30. come out to my family
31. learn to waltz
32. do a triathlon
33. learn to snowboard
34. win the lotto
35. design jewellery
36. own a swimming pool
37. visit Iceland
38. lose 10lbs
39. make a sculpture
40. see my sister get married
41. fly a kite
42. visit New Caledonia
45. learn how to pole vault
46. act in a movie
47. climb a tree
48. own a shop
49. go on a road trip without a map
50. have a show in a gallery
51. see without my glasses at night
52. buy a chiwawa
53. live somewhere in Scandinavia
54. learn a Scandinavian language
55. make a cherry pie
56. drive a vespa
57. write a screenplay
58. learn to skate board
59. grow wise
60. teach (something)
61. own a home
63. get a promotion
64. learn how to play guitar
65. learn how to play the cello
66. visit Scotland
67. stay at the ice hotel in Sweden
68. go deep sea fishing
69. go to Oktoberfest in Munich
70. own a pet hedgehog
71. hug a baby harp seal
72. visit Mauritius
73. buy a mini pincer
74. dye my eyebrows pink or blue
75. study at St. Martens
76. own a goat
77. learn to meditate
1.10.02
Communication of all sorts
back in the days of Filament, much of the office communication was carried out through instant messaging. The studio would be absolutely silent (apart from what was playing on the Stereo). All of a sudden you would see a group of two or three people, get up at the same time, grab their coats and leave for lunch. For anybody new in the office, the whole thing would seem pretty creepy. Psychic connection? Nahh. We all know it's just messaging.
Here in my new uber quiet office, I sit... still the new girl... still not speaking to anyone. We've kicked off this localization project and one of the coders sends me an instant message. Well hallelujah, as if from nowhere springs this portal of communication. It was so enlightening to know that there is life at other desks here. It's amazing how much more frank you can be.
The other day Hazel and I were discussing visual thinking, and the strange thing is, I believe that about 90% the time I think visually, about work, emotions, food, anger, joy, stress etc... they are all mostly processed in my head in a visual manor. Now, I generally go mad when people say that they're visual thinkers because all too often it's someone in the design world who is up their own arse and trying to impress by saying that; the actual fact is, that they're too lazy or too stupid to problem solve in any way other than they are accustomed... but I digress. The strange thing I realized after discussing this, was, that although I think very visually (not in the poncy artist way, cause an artist, I am not) I rarely write visually. Hazel proposes that most people don't because it comes out sounding insane. Indeed it would I suppose. I guess it's best to keep the descriptions of our visual thoughts a bit private... heaven forbid, the world discover that I was a nutter? Perhaps I'll write my next project brief in a visual manor... wonder how long I could keep my job?
I booked my flight home for xmas yesterday... It's still to fresh to discuss, just how much it's costing... and it's not even a direct flight! It's a 12h flight in total with a stop over in Frankfurt... joy.
Kim is moving back to London! I'm so excited. We met up with her after work last night. It will be nice to see her back here! Won't be for a few months yet as she has to re-new her papers and such.
back in the days of Filament, much of the office communication was carried out through instant messaging. The studio would be absolutely silent (apart from what was playing on the Stereo). All of a sudden you would see a group of two or three people, get up at the same time, grab their coats and leave for lunch. For anybody new in the office, the whole thing would seem pretty creepy. Psychic connection? Nahh. We all know it's just messaging.
Here in my new uber quiet office, I sit... still the new girl... still not speaking to anyone. We've kicked off this localization project and one of the coders sends me an instant message. Well hallelujah, as if from nowhere springs this portal of communication. It was so enlightening to know that there is life at other desks here. It's amazing how much more frank you can be.
The other day Hazel and I were discussing visual thinking, and the strange thing is, I believe that about 90% the time I think visually, about work, emotions, food, anger, joy, stress etc... they are all mostly processed in my head in a visual manor. Now, I generally go mad when people say that they're visual thinkers because all too often it's someone in the design world who is up their own arse and trying to impress by saying that; the actual fact is, that they're too lazy or too stupid to problem solve in any way other than they are accustomed... but I digress. The strange thing I realized after discussing this, was, that although I think very visually (not in the poncy artist way, cause an artist, I am not) I rarely write visually. Hazel proposes that most people don't because it comes out sounding insane. Indeed it would I suppose. I guess it's best to keep the descriptions of our visual thoughts a bit private... heaven forbid, the world discover that I was a nutter? Perhaps I'll write my next project brief in a visual manor... wonder how long I could keep my job?
I booked my flight home for xmas yesterday... It's still to fresh to discuss, just how much it's costing... and it's not even a direct flight! It's a 12h flight in total with a stop over in Frankfurt... joy.
Kim is moving back to London! I'm so excited. We met up with her after work last night. It will be nice to see her back here! Won't be for a few months yet as she has to re-new her papers and such.
26.9.02
Sure it was a lady shaver...
Check out this mad article
Crazy Fins! (Theri, Linda) I'm sure you can let us all know what the cause of this fluster really was!
Check out this mad article
Crazy Fins! (Theri, Linda) I'm sure you can let us all know what the cause of this fluster really was!
25.9.02
The day was long yesterday...
Tube strike this morning and the city was a sea of pedestrians and angry people trying to push their way onto buses.
Is anyone else in the world having problems getting their bookings to work on Ryan air? I'm trying to book our mini holiday to France in November but all I get is JavaScript errors on the last page... Dan tells me I can ring their tech support line and pay 1£ per minute. What monkeys, no way. I'd rather not, thank you very much.
Jeffie and Annick are here and seems like they're having fun. They've decided to stay in today and avoid the madness of London with no tube. Smart!
19.9.02
Oui OUi weeee
Aujourd'hui je ne peux pas suprimer mon désire de parler en Français... j'ai aucune idée pourquoi, mais, j'ai que des mots Français sur la langue et dans ma tête.
Tout tranquillement je prends l'habitude de mon trajet en autobus le matain. C'est facinant comment ça me prends une heure au complet pour me rendre ici ce n'est pas si loin que ça! C'est que le fait que c'est l'heure du point, c'est tout. Peu importe, je'n profiterias du temps pour reprendre a lire. Ahhh Il me faut des romans, peut être j'irias pendant mon lunch pour en achèter des nouvelles!
Mon Français écrit est vraiment pittoyable, je m'en sers presque jamais… Avec ma nouvelle poste ici, je suis repsonsable pour deux sites Françaises, ansi que des sites Bèlgues, Autrichien,Hongarien, Suèois, Norvègien, Hollandais et Polongeais.
Le reseau est en panne et pour un compagnie internet, ça veux dire qu’il a absolument rien a faire! Comme prevue l’autre jour, j’ai bien plus de temps a écrire maintenant…
Hier soir je suis allée souper avec Kim et sa copine Charlotte. Hazel et venue aussi, et nous étions alleés à notre resteau préferé Don Zoko près de la rue Carnaby. C’etait tellement bien de la voir. Elle était en bonne forme et plien d’esprit, elle avait meme chanter deux chansons Kareoke au Candy Bar. En éstit que j’étais saoule! Mon dieu, je ne me rends même pas compte comment on c’est rendu chez nous, ni comment j’ai monté les marches pour aller me coucher!
Ce soir c’est ma petite fête de depart pour mon ancien poste… un peu tard, je sais mais c’est la vie des fois. Je ne sais pas exatement comment je serais capable de boire même une verre… j’ai toujours la gueule de bois!
Ah bon. C’est tout, pour l’instant.
Aujourd'hui je ne peux pas suprimer mon désire de parler en Français... j'ai aucune idée pourquoi, mais, j'ai que des mots Français sur la langue et dans ma tête.
Tout tranquillement je prends l'habitude de mon trajet en autobus le matain. C'est facinant comment ça me prends une heure au complet pour me rendre ici ce n'est pas si loin que ça! C'est que le fait que c'est l'heure du point, c'est tout. Peu importe, je'n profiterias du temps pour reprendre a lire. Ahhh Il me faut des romans, peut être j'irias pendant mon lunch pour en achèter des nouvelles!
Mon Français écrit est vraiment pittoyable, je m'en sers presque jamais… Avec ma nouvelle poste ici, je suis repsonsable pour deux sites Françaises, ansi que des sites Bèlgues, Autrichien,Hongarien, Suèois, Norvègien, Hollandais et Polongeais.
Le reseau est en panne et pour un compagnie internet, ça veux dire qu’il a absolument rien a faire! Comme prevue l’autre jour, j’ai bien plus de temps a écrire maintenant…
Hier soir je suis allée souper avec Kim et sa copine Charlotte. Hazel et venue aussi, et nous étions alleés à notre resteau préferé Don Zoko près de la rue Carnaby. C’etait tellement bien de la voir. Elle était en bonne forme et plien d’esprit, elle avait meme chanter deux chansons Kareoke au Candy Bar. En éstit que j’étais saoule! Mon dieu, je ne me rends même pas compte comment on c’est rendu chez nous, ni comment j’ai monté les marches pour aller me coucher!
Ce soir c’est ma petite fête de depart pour mon ancien poste… un peu tard, je sais mais c’est la vie des fois. Je ne sais pas exatement comment je serais capable de boire même une verre… j’ai toujours la gueule de bois!
Ah bon. C’est tout, pour l’instant.
18.9.02
Why yes... it is a...
So apart from wearing my favourite trousers under the fleeting hope that they still fit me and clearly, do not... This day has gone alright so far. Note to self... never buy clothes after spending the 3 months previous, going to the gym for an hour every day... this does not allow room for lapse in fitness regime and the corresponding extra inches... Who am I fooling, It's a mystery still how I ever managed to slim down to the equivalent of a Canadian size 6! I shall resolve to pack them away without any hesitation, in wait for the next fitness blitz before ever trying to wear them again.
I had a really nice soup for lunch today from Mash (I'm always surprised how the place is actually a chain) We had one in Ottawa for goodness sake! Anyhoo, they served me up a great sweet potato, red pepper/ tomato soup today for lunch. It came with toasted cibatta too, all for the low low price of, 2£! Well I never! Mmm!
All our sites are currently down, so my afternoon site maintenance is now on hold (thus the reason for having time to blog)... Jeffie and Annick arrive on Friday, did I mention that? Will be nice to see them... although we have no furniture in our new flat, at least we have a futon for them to sleep on!
Impromptu meeting... more later
So apart from wearing my favourite trousers under the fleeting hope that they still fit me and clearly, do not... This day has gone alright so far. Note to self... never buy clothes after spending the 3 months previous, going to the gym for an hour every day... this does not allow room for lapse in fitness regime and the corresponding extra inches... Who am I fooling, It's a mystery still how I ever managed to slim down to the equivalent of a Canadian size 6! I shall resolve to pack them away without any hesitation, in wait for the next fitness blitz before ever trying to wear them again.
I had a really nice soup for lunch today from Mash (I'm always surprised how the place is actually a chain) We had one in Ottawa for goodness sake! Anyhoo, they served me up a great sweet potato, red pepper/ tomato soup today for lunch. It came with toasted cibatta too, all for the low low price of, 2£! Well I never! Mmm!
All our sites are currently down, so my afternoon site maintenance is now on hold (thus the reason for having time to blog)... Jeffie and Annick arrive on Friday, did I mention that? Will be nice to see them... although we have no furniture in our new flat, at least we have a futon for them to sleep on!
Impromptu meeting... more later
17.9.02
blogging time is certainly on the rise...
the bus took over and hour and a half this morning. it's unreal. I think I could have seriously walked faster.
I'm waiting for software installs so I can get started on working... it's all about waiting today.
It's really kind of neat here. I'm fascinated by the TV production area of this company and think that maybe if I'm a good girl one day I could be a TV producer instead of an Internet one. Who knows, I'm sure I'll probably learn about it and then run away screaming!
So, yea I just had the HR meeting that I was supposed to have yesterday but was cancelled due to an overflow interview thingie... Turns out that there is apparently a bar here on the ground floor that is being renovated. I jokingly asked the HR lady if people sing like on Ally McBeal.. To my shock horror, she said yes! Hello? I sincerely hope she was taking the piss! Regardless, it's quite funny really.
So my clackity keyboard is also a repository of filth. I can't imagine what's on it, but lets just say it's not pretty. I think I might just be the crazy new lady and wipe it down using some strong anti-bacterial wipe of sorts... trust me, it needs it!
So happy to hear that Jeffie and Annick are booked and due to arrive in London on Friday morning. Will be so nice to see them!
Best feign working a bit...
no doubt there will be more later...
16.9.02
well it seems like it's drawing closer and closer to the end of the first day here. My keyboard is indeed getting louder and I can't remember a day, where I've spoken so little, I think I've said about
15 ' excellents'
25 'sures'
20 'that's a good idea'
29 'greats'
3 'thank yous'
1 'I'm the silly new girl, how do you get out of here?'
beyond that it has been total silence... apart from at lunch when I went to buy a one month bus pass and the silly man was unable to listen to me as all requested a bus pass and he then proceeded to try and give me a 74£ tube pass... when he finally finished huffing and puffing he managed to forget that I needed it issued for tomorrow not today... dang you mr. ticket man!
so I'm wondering if it's possible for my keyboard to make louder clicking sounds when I type... or if I can stand this first day at new job feeling... My chronic yawning disorder has reared it's ugly head again... I think It must be all the silence that generally goes with corporate environments... I'm the quiet girl today, can't imagine that lasting for long.
My new desk is right next to the window which is nice. It looks right out onto Great Titchfield st. I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't exhausted. Moving sure does take a lot out of you. Change is good but I've not experienced change this big since I moved to London a year ago. I'm sure by the end of the week I'll be so tired I'll just sleep all weekend long... Oh wait, Kim's in town so I guess that won't work!
Everyone here seems very nice, can't say I remember anyone's name yet... but I've always been lousy at that.... Mum and KJ sent me a lovely first day of work parcel. It was so sweet of them, they are truly too good to me!
My new desk is right next to the window which is nice. It looks right out onto Great Titchfield st. I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't exhausted. Moving sure does take a lot out of you. Change is good but I've not experienced change this big since I moved to London a year ago. I'm sure by the end of the week I'll be so tired I'll just sleep all weekend long... Oh wait, Kim's in town so I guess that won't work!
Everyone here seems very nice, can't say I remember anyone's name yet... but I've always been lousy at that.... Mum and KJ sent me a lovely first day of work parcel. It was so sweet of them, they are truly too good to me!
12.9.02
Tick toc
The hours are drawing to an end for a lot of things in my life right now, all positive things of course. I've but one day and four hours or so left at this job, followed up swiftly by our move on the weekend. I'm so excited!
The weather has taken a big turn and it's bright, sunny and hot here! I zipped down to oxford circus today at lunch and bough a few bits for miss H and I... it's already proving a challenge to H to find clothes to wear to work to make her look smart every day... My new dress code is smart casual... I'm hoping that trainers with trousers will just scrape under the radar... I'm going the distance.
Dearbhla informed me that I bought an obi... I saw it as a cool belt thing but apparently they are the in thing this season at Gucci... Let me tell you, what I bought, was certainly not from Gucci! It's black on one side and denim on the other... obviously the black side is what I'm going to go for but it's just too cool (yes I am an old lady still excited by fashion)
I've been speaking to a lot of lost friends in the past two days as I've send out my change of address e-mail. It's so great to chat with everyone. Funny how you seem to forget just how many people you know sometimes because you see so few of them on a regular basis. I feel special... and yes speciale like in French.
God I'm going to miss Dearbhla when I leave here... it's such a joy working with her and the team here. What ever will I do?
Some yea the fatalist in me is thinking... great. I find a new job and a fab new flat and what's gonna happen? The world is going to end, that's all! Politics, shmolitics our PM is a wanker and as dim as the yippy lap dog that which the media addresses him as... Gosh darn it. How selfish could I be? well I'm obviously more concerned about this Iraq situation beyond my freaking job and flat but goodness me, in this day and age I can believe that democratic society allows for such tyranny from the leaders... no one asks the low prolies what we want... Guess all I get to help choose is the mayor of Hackney... Now that's going to change the world! *scoff*
bitterness, oh how it pleasures me!
The hours are drawing to an end for a lot of things in my life right now, all positive things of course. I've but one day and four hours or so left at this job, followed up swiftly by our move on the weekend. I'm so excited!
The weather has taken a big turn and it's bright, sunny and hot here! I zipped down to oxford circus today at lunch and bough a few bits for miss H and I... it's already proving a challenge to H to find clothes to wear to work to make her look smart every day... My new dress code is smart casual... I'm hoping that trainers with trousers will just scrape under the radar... I'm going the distance.
Dearbhla informed me that I bought an obi... I saw it as a cool belt thing but apparently they are the in thing this season at Gucci... Let me tell you, what I bought, was certainly not from Gucci! It's black on one side and denim on the other... obviously the black side is what I'm going to go for but it's just too cool (yes I am an old lady still excited by fashion)
I've been speaking to a lot of lost friends in the past two days as I've send out my change of address e-mail. It's so great to chat with everyone. Funny how you seem to forget just how many people you know sometimes because you see so few of them on a regular basis. I feel special... and yes speciale like in French.
God I'm going to miss Dearbhla when I leave here... it's such a joy working with her and the team here. What ever will I do?
Some yea the fatalist in me is thinking... great. I find a new job and a fab new flat and what's gonna happen? The world is going to end, that's all! Politics, shmolitics our PM is a wanker and as dim as the yippy lap dog that which the media addresses him as... Gosh darn it. How selfish could I be? well I'm obviously more concerned about this Iraq situation beyond my freaking job and flat but goodness me, in this day and age I can believe that democratic society allows for such tyranny from the leaders... no one asks the low prolies what we want... Guess all I get to help choose is the mayor of Hackney... Now that's going to change the world! *scoff*
bitterness, oh how it pleasures me!
6.9.02
Bzzz bzzz
So much has happened this week... I think mar getting married, or having children I've almost squeezed in life's stressful events!
We've found a new flat. I'm really excited about this one... it's a beautiful loft with two double bedrooms, huge fully fitted kitchen security gates parking and a tiny private garden! We're moving next weekend I just can't wait! It's not far from where we live right now but much quieter so it will be nice to have some peace and some space!
Adding to the excitement I've found a new job! How excited am I? I'm quite saddened to leave this job as I love the people I work with and the office and the fun but it's time for me to move on. More money will certainly help too! weee!
Spoke with the lovely Sean today, oh how I miss him. I just wish that the ocean didn't keep my family and friends so far away... but such is life!
Looking forward to a quiet weekend doing the best to keep a wrap on the finances so that I can afford to move!
*flutters home*
So much has happened this week... I think mar getting married, or having children I've almost squeezed in life's stressful events!
We've found a new flat. I'm really excited about this one... it's a beautiful loft with two double bedrooms, huge fully fitted kitchen security gates parking and a tiny private garden! We're moving next weekend I just can't wait! It's not far from where we live right now but much quieter so it will be nice to have some peace and some space!
Adding to the excitement I've found a new job! How excited am I? I'm quite saddened to leave this job as I love the people I work with and the office and the fun but it's time for me to move on. More money will certainly help too! weee!
Spoke with the lovely Sean today, oh how I miss him. I just wish that the ocean didn't keep my family and friends so far away... but such is life!
Looking forward to a quiet weekend doing the best to keep a wrap on the finances so that I can afford to move!
*flutters home*
2.9.02
A late fifty word fiction submission!
From no other than Miss Hazel! Enjoy!
" Look past the aesthetic and more at the structure".
Time slowly curved itself through a new space.
Sari drifted in and out of yet another lecture.
Her yawn grasped at passing mouthfuls of rhetoric, expelling them into a room
full of grazing sleepers.
She grinned at yet another late night.
From no other than Miss Hazel! Enjoy!
" Look past the aesthetic and more at the structure".
Time slowly curved itself through a new space.
Sari drifted in and out of yet another lecture.
Her yawn grasped at passing mouthfuls of rhetoric, expelling them into a room
full of grazing sleepers.
She grinned at yet another late night.
30.8.02
It's Friday!
And I'm wrestling with the dilemma of what to do as soon as I escape from the reigns of the office. I know I'm heading to town, but when is the question... I fear I may just need to fulfill some of my shopping urges. If I get on the tube right after work I may just have enough time to spin to Oxford circus and pick up those new trainers I've been lusting over... but do I really need them? Of course not... but need is so subjective... Like for instance, today at lunch while in the second hand designer clothes shop... I found this gorge pair of Helmut Lang jeans for 35£!!!!!!! But did I buy them? No, no... so they were a smidgen too tight... but I gracefully passed them over to my slimmer co-worker in the next changing room. They fit her like Cinderella's slipper. Of course she bought them... so with that in mind, I'm convinced... I shall accept the fact that I need to go to town... and if I happen to fall victim to my retail need, I deserve it! I did do a good deed after all... sure I did!
And I'm wrestling with the dilemma of what to do as soon as I escape from the reigns of the office. I know I'm heading to town, but when is the question... I fear I may just need to fulfill some of my shopping urges. If I get on the tube right after work I may just have enough time to spin to Oxford circus and pick up those new trainers I've been lusting over... but do I really need them? Of course not... but need is so subjective... Like for instance, today at lunch while in the second hand designer clothes shop... I found this gorge pair of Helmut Lang jeans for 35£!!!!!!! But did I buy them? No, no... so they were a smidgen too tight... but I gracefully passed them over to my slimmer co-worker in the next changing room. They fit her like Cinderella's slipper. Of course she bought them... so with that in mind, I'm convinced... I shall accept the fact that I need to go to town... and if I happen to fall victim to my retail need, I deserve it! I did do a good deed after all... sure I did!
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