How does one explain to their boss that they can't get any work done because they have a stalker?
I would think it was pretty obviously that I'm having trouble balancing working full-time and blogging. So let's try this thing where I actually get myself organised and do blogs in advance, then we'll all have something other than Darren Criss to read about. And maybe I might finally finish that travel log. I had every intention of letting that slide, but apparently you guys really want to know what went down in that gay club.
In terms of what's happening in my life, apart from not making out with Darren Criss, there's work. I'm so boring, I really am. I work and I play badminton with a 12-year old boy and ten other 30 to 40-year olds. These are the two things I do. I feel like this is some sort of karma for getting to go to London, but honestly, it's not like I can do much with my life when I work ten hours a day. When I'm not working, I'm permanently attached to my Blackberry, which is less awesome than I thought it would be because the bloody thing won't stop vibrating.
I painted my nails gold in an attempt to give me something nice to look at when I have writer's block at work because the Darren wallpapers aren't enough. Unprofessional? Maybe, but it was either gold or emo blue and I didn't think the blue would sit well with my pink and green hair. I didn't think the hair was so noticeable, since I have it tied back all the time, but apparently everyone in the office knows me as the Girl with the Pink Hair. Everyone I've talked to in the office has told me not to dye it back, but I figure that they're not very big on professional office attire since there are a lot of people who walk around in fluoro hoodies and have huge tattoos on their necks.
I think I'm slowly settling in. Everything's a little harder because I don't actually work for the company who's office space I'm using. In Singapore I felt at home on my third day. Comparatively, I've been in this office for nearly a month. Is it corny that I have courage scribbled all over my notebook?
Before someone breaks out into Not Alone, I promise you that it's not actually as pathetic as it sounds! I feel like things are starting to turn around. I get warm fuzzie feelings when I realise that people have started accomodating for the fact that they now have a woman in the area by referring to my area as the Chaps and Chapette or the Lady and the Gents. Naww, you guys.
What doesn't give me fuzzie feelings is the guy that insists on creeping around my desk and trying to scare me. I can't decide whether it's some sort of hazing ritual I need to go through, or whether he's just the office clown. I wonder if he'll stop when I finally get him in the head with my mug. I've already fallen off my chair once, I don't need more of my embarassing screams echoing around the office.
In terms of what's happening in my life, apart from not making out with Darren Criss, there's work. I'm so boring, I really am. I work and I play badminton with a 12-year old boy and ten other 30 to 40-year olds. These are the two things I do. I feel like this is some sort of karma for getting to go to London, but honestly, it's not like I can do much with my life when I work ten hours a day. When I'm not working, I'm permanently attached to my Blackberry, which is less awesome than I thought it would be because the bloody thing won't stop vibrating.
I painted my nails gold in an attempt to give me something nice to look at when I have writer's block at work because the Darren wallpapers aren't enough. Unprofessional? Maybe, but it was either gold or emo blue and I didn't think the blue would sit well with my pink and green hair. I didn't think the hair was so noticeable, since I have it tied back all the time, but apparently everyone in the office knows me as the Girl with the Pink Hair. Everyone I've talked to in the office has told me not to dye it back, but I figure that they're not very big on professional office attire since there are a lot of people who walk around in fluoro hoodies and have huge tattoos on their necks.
I think I'm slowly settling in. Everything's a little harder because I don't actually work for the company who's office space I'm using. In Singapore I felt at home on my third day. Comparatively, I've been in this office for nearly a month. Is it corny that I have courage scribbled all over my notebook?
Before someone breaks out into Not Alone, I promise you that it's not actually as pathetic as it sounds! I feel like things are starting to turn around. I get warm fuzzie feelings when I realise that people have started accomodating for the fact that they now have a woman in the area by referring to my area as the Chaps and Chapette or the Lady and the Gents. Naww, you guys.
What doesn't give me fuzzie feelings is the guy that insists on creeping around my desk and trying to scare me. I can't decide whether it's some sort of hazing ritual I need to go through, or whether he's just the office clown. I wonder if he'll stop when I finally get him in the head with my mug. I've already fallen off my chair once, I don't need more of my embarassing screams echoing around the office.