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What is good in life? I think Conan said it best when he said, "To work a hard day, come home to relax with friends and family, and see some cool TV- ya know? Something with time travel, mystery, action, and some great characters where one guy SEEMS a-ok and then turns out to be a man from the 51st Century and can't die or sumpin'." *
To that end I watched episode 13 today. All I'm gonna say is "aaaaaawwwww, David" and leave it at that.
I brought home episode 10 of our show. I've been hearing bad things about this particular episode, from a post-production-paperwork standpoint I should hasten to add, not because it's terrible. Although ... no, only kidding. So I thought I'd bring it home so I could yell at the TV to my heart's content without ostracizing (sp?) everyone in the office. Which I duly did. And to bounce around like a mad thing if I made it into the cut. Which I duly did. Unfortunately not only is this just a draft, but the bit of me that made it in is the back of my head over DM's shoulder. Unlikely that anyone else will ever notice me. Except me, of course, which is all that matters!
First day back at work today after a lovely week off. Only to discover that Lucy is still in Barbados (paid for by her boyfriend) and that Rhian had also had the week off to go to Italy (paid for by her boyfriend). Whereas I, exhausted and bedraggled as I was, went to Devon and ate stinging nettles (paid for in part by my best female friend). And got a phonecall from my boyfriend telling me he's just got back from the Caribbean and is going to be heading off to Sri Lanka next month so I don't know when I'll see him next (last time was Feb). Something's gone seriously wrong with this picture. However, I had a fantastic time and, yes, the stinging nettles were yummy and not stinging going down. On the downside, spending a good few hours with the herbalists dogs has made me want one of my own. Wonder if it's too late to talk Gill into that office dog idea ....
Got an email from best male friend this afternoon which made me chuckle a little indignantly. He's throwing a BBQ at the weekend and sent out a mass email inviting us all, tagging on to the end "Did I mention drinking? We will be drinking. So get your arses down here. That includes you, traitorous welsh wicker-geek!". I can just feel the love. When I told him I had a housewarming and a birthday party to go to next weekend (I have a social life, go me!) he excommunicated me. But as I was down in ol' London Town last weekend and he wasn't around I'm not feeling too bad. In fact, I haven't felt guilt since the 11th Century so he was wasting his time.
Have my first ever appraisal tomorrow. Am shitting myself. Don't really know what to expect and can't think of any goals that don't rely on other people's input and would therefore be achievable. This could all go tits up. And then I have to finish the PasC for our Christmas Special (yes, it's still going. Believe me, I'll be yelling so loud in-the-bottle will be able to hear me once it's done). I reckon two more days, tops *crosses fingers* Oh, happy days.
* Stolen from Nathan Fillion's myspace page because I couldn't resist. I'd apologise but as it's unlikely he'll ever read this I'm not going to bother (sorry Nate!)
To that end I watched episode 13 today. All I'm gonna say is "aaaaaawwwww, David" and leave it at that.
I brought home episode 10 of our show. I've been hearing bad things about this particular episode, from a post-production-paperwork standpoint I should hasten to add, not because it's terrible. Although ... no, only kidding. So I thought I'd bring it home so I could yell at the TV to my heart's content without ostracizing (sp?) everyone in the office. Which I duly did. And to bounce around like a mad thing if I made it into the cut. Which I duly did. Unfortunately not only is this just a draft, but the bit of me that made it in is the back of my head over DM's shoulder. Unlikely that anyone else will ever notice me. Except me, of course, which is all that matters!
First day back at work today after a lovely week off. Only to discover that Lucy is still in Barbados (paid for by her boyfriend) and that Rhian had also had the week off to go to Italy (paid for by her boyfriend). Whereas I, exhausted and bedraggled as I was, went to Devon and ate stinging nettles (paid for in part by my best female friend). And got a phonecall from my boyfriend telling me he's just got back from the Caribbean and is going to be heading off to Sri Lanka next month so I don't know when I'll see him next (last time was Feb). Something's gone seriously wrong with this picture. However, I had a fantastic time and, yes, the stinging nettles were yummy and not stinging going down. On the downside, spending a good few hours with the herbalists dogs has made me want one of my own. Wonder if it's too late to talk Gill into that office dog idea ....
Got an email from best male friend this afternoon which made me chuckle a little indignantly. He's throwing a BBQ at the weekend and sent out a mass email inviting us all, tagging on to the end "Did I mention drinking? We will be drinking. So get your arses down here. That includes you, traitorous welsh wicker-geek!". I can just feel the love. When I told him I had a housewarming and a birthday party to go to next weekend (I have a social life, go me!) he excommunicated me. But as I was down in ol' London Town last weekend and he wasn't around I'm not feeling too bad. In fact, I haven't felt guilt since the 11th Century so he was wasting his time.
Have my first ever appraisal tomorrow. Am shitting myself. Don't really know what to expect and can't think of any goals that don't rely on other people's input and would therefore be achievable. This could all go tits up. And then I have to finish the PasC for our Christmas Special (yes, it's still going. Believe me, I'll be yelling so loud in-the-bottle will be able to hear me once it's done). I reckon two more days, tops *crosses fingers* Oh, happy days.
* Stolen from Nathan Fillion's myspace page because I couldn't resist. I'd apologise but as it's unlikely he'll ever read this I'm not going to bother (sorry Nate!)