3am in the morning and after 2 years of umming and ahhing I got it into my head that I should finally have a paid LJ account. So I have. S'not impulsive or anything.
It's been a long and long week. I'm now answering the phones at work. And if you know me well, you'll know that this is the most skin-crawling thing I face in the workplace. I hate it with every core of my being. I'm not good on phones at the best of times and it says a lot if I'm happy to have a phone conversation with you, but at work I really do lose any sense of confidence.
ME: .... "Good morning, Becky's Work Place here."
RANDOM MEMBER OF PUBLIC: "Hello, I want a certain thing."
ME: "OMG OMG OMG HELP I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING. ER... UM... ER.... WHATEVER YOU WANT, ARGH JUST GO AWAY! AWOOGA, AWOOGA!"
I've only just found out that my work colleague who's just left was a year older than me. Um.... I thought she was a lot older given the whole married-with-a-kid and looking older and everything. It rather highlights my immaturity but hey, there's nothing wrong with being youthful I guess. Really am the baby of the workplace. With pink hair.
Whoa, Kingdom is on in, like, *hours*. The combination of Bathurst and Fry?
Alright - Bathurst and Fry and Dressing Like a Lady? Absolbloodylutely brilliant.
Have I made it this far without mentioning what Stephen apparently calls Robert? This is an exclusive, ladies and gentlemen, and it comes courtesy of producer Andre Ptaszynski ("Now close your eyes and spell that!" - Steven Moffat). Steven calls him....it's not quite Bobbeh.... Bobbity Bathurst.
Bobbity.