The Pop Singer's Fear of the Pollen Count
No particular reason for that title other than it happened to be what I was listening to while typing this, and it's one of the weirder song titles in my collection, but no surprise given it's the Divine Comedy. Just another rambling collection of thoughts for my own offloading processes. Behind the LJ cut: Life is good. Being me isn't that bad. Travelling is awesome. The cat and photo. Dippy bitch bank clerk episode.
Kay, lets see. It's quarter past midnight, and Newton Faulker's UFO is on the ipod. It's really warm in here, I'm sat in a wee vesty top, which I usually never do. My spirits, given i upheave and move completely in just under 4 day are pretty high. I am somewhat blessed with a collection of lovely people about me who have surprised me in the past few weeks with their genuine happiness for my move and my life progressing. Kath sent me a card, which really made me smile, Don has been nothing but lovely over it, as have both sets of work folk, especially the coffee shop girls... I know i've mentioned it, but only having been there 3 months ish, I can't express how lovely it was to feel like I might be missed. I don't know whether that says I've changed as a person in the time since I left Rossmann Haigh, but the feeling leaving then wasn't near what it has been of late. I think a lot of what I've done these past couple of years has changed me for the better. I'm comfortable in my own skin now, with who I am, and with my own company. Travelling to places on your own to meet people you've never really met before helps you come to terms with who you are. That and I have a broader base of experiences to draw on now, between Minneapolis, Vegas, Australia and Atlanta, makes me realise how restricted you can be by your surroundings sometimes. Also makes me wish I could win the lottery and just go travelling to interesting places for a while. I'd love to visit some of the places I've seen in the Wild China documentary series, eegads, that had some breathtaking scenery. Makes me want to write for Kana, too.
So yes. Onwards and upwards, as they say. I think it also helped that I found out about Bizarre having earmarked me as possible hiring material too... even though they didn't actually tell me that. *eyeroll* honesty IS the best policy sometimes. The odd white lie is sometimes unavoidable, but on the whole, I've found life to be much less complicated if you tell the truth about stuff. Heck, I even beat Aly Fell to the post. eh, fate makes me laugh sometimes.
What also helped a great deal in my mood was the fact that my beloved cat, Murphy was struck down with a feline stroke end of last week, which meant he was paralysed, blinded and lost control of his bladder. It was serious enough that the vet had to warn us that if he didn't pull through with the steroid injection that we'd have to put him down. Even typing that brings tears to my eyes. I'm hugely thankful to be able to say that he has made an apparently full recovery, and is now, aside from being very thin, back to his usual self. The only annoying habit he has is sleeping on my desk, which really isn't big enough for the both of us, but I don't have the heart to throw him off any more. I'm just thankful he's still with us and for that reason I'm going to do the proud mom thing and show photo. The end of the desk is pretty much where the shitty ass microsoft keyboard is. Gods I hate the fact I was stupid enough to spill water over my precious Mac one. Toilet roll is there for artistic purposes. And possible spillages. And those Bose headphones are the bloody bomb. $200 admittedly, but worth every goddamn penny. I do believe thats a drawing and a paintbrush he's sat on though. he has a tendancy to ambush me when I'm not expecting it.
My only teensy blip in this state of somewhat zenness was the clerk at the bank today. Some people seriously need to have their heads bashed. I took a load of change in to convert to notes, that I'd had stored in my piggy bank for some occasion, which happened to be having my hair cut and coloured (a lovely dark shade of plum red, I liiiike it) and I'd noticed a day or so ago that my bank card's expiry date was 07 08. Now it says on the card "expires end"... so as I'd not had a new card through yet, I was getting a bit skittish.. last thing I need is to get to cambridge and have no access to monies. So, simple question of the clerk. "Can you tell me whether, when my expiry date is 07/08, it means it's the end of june, or whether it means the end of July? Because I haven't got my new card through yet, and obviously, it's the end of June on Monday." Boom. Easy question. Could she give me a straight answer? OMG no. didn't matter how many times I asked, or indeed how I asked, she avoided actually telling me by giving me this bullshit about there being an overlap period and I'd know because they'd send me a new card. Well DUH. I wanted to wring the dippy bitch's neck by the time I left the bank. Oy vey. As it happened, my new card was waiting for me at home. No thanks to dippy clerk of the week. But I cheered myself up with a bag of fresh peas from Tescos and ate them all in one sitting.
Such is my simple life. I can amuse myself with peas, and by throwing dots of squished up bread into th air as the bats are flying in the back garden. Damn those beasts are quick.
Um.. this journal had a point, I swear it, but I've totally forgotten what it was... I think dippy bank clerk has thrown me off the scent. Ah well. Lets just suffice to say that all is well, and I hope it's not the lull before the storm!
Kay, lets see. It's quarter past midnight, and Newton Faulker's UFO is on the ipod. It's really warm in here, I'm sat in a wee vesty top, which I usually never do. My spirits, given i upheave and move completely in just under 4 day are pretty high. I am somewhat blessed with a collection of lovely people about me who have surprised me in the past few weeks with their genuine happiness for my move and my life progressing. Kath sent me a card, which really made me smile, Don has been nothing but lovely over it, as have both sets of work folk, especially the coffee shop girls... I know i've mentioned it, but only having been there 3 months ish, I can't express how lovely it was to feel like I might be missed. I don't know whether that says I've changed as a person in the time since I left Rossmann Haigh, but the feeling leaving then wasn't near what it has been of late. I think a lot of what I've done these past couple of years has changed me for the better. I'm comfortable in my own skin now, with who I am, and with my own company. Travelling to places on your own to meet people you've never really met before helps you come to terms with who you are. That and I have a broader base of experiences to draw on now, between Minneapolis, Vegas, Australia and Atlanta, makes me realise how restricted you can be by your surroundings sometimes. Also makes me wish I could win the lottery and just go travelling to interesting places for a while. I'd love to visit some of the places I've seen in the Wild China documentary series, eegads, that had some breathtaking scenery. Makes me want to write for Kana, too.
So yes. Onwards and upwards, as they say. I think it also helped that I found out about Bizarre having earmarked me as possible hiring material too... even though they didn't actually tell me that. *eyeroll* honesty IS the best policy sometimes. The odd white lie is sometimes unavoidable, but on the whole, I've found life to be much less complicated if you tell the truth about stuff. Heck, I even beat Aly Fell to the post. eh, fate makes me laugh sometimes.
What also helped a great deal in my mood was the fact that my beloved cat, Murphy was struck down with a feline stroke end of last week, which meant he was paralysed, blinded and lost control of his bladder. It was serious enough that the vet had to warn us that if he didn't pull through with the steroid injection that we'd have to put him down. Even typing that brings tears to my eyes. I'm hugely thankful to be able to say that he has made an apparently full recovery, and is now, aside from being very thin, back to his usual self. The only annoying habit he has is sleeping on my desk, which really isn't big enough for the both of us, but I don't have the heart to throw him off any more. I'm just thankful he's still with us and for that reason I'm going to do the proud mom thing and show photo. The end of the desk is pretty much where the shitty ass microsoft keyboard is. Gods I hate the fact I was stupid enough to spill water over my precious Mac one. Toilet roll is there for artistic purposes. And possible spillages. And those Bose headphones are the bloody bomb. $200 admittedly, but worth every goddamn penny. I do believe thats a drawing and a paintbrush he's sat on though. he has a tendancy to ambush me when I'm not expecting it.
My only teensy blip in this state of somewhat zenness was the clerk at the bank today. Some people seriously need to have their heads bashed. I took a load of change in to convert to notes, that I'd had stored in my piggy bank for some occasion, which happened to be having my hair cut and coloured (a lovely dark shade of plum red, I liiiike it) and I'd noticed a day or so ago that my bank card's expiry date was 07 08. Now it says on the card "expires end"... so as I'd not had a new card through yet, I was getting a bit skittish.. last thing I need is to get to cambridge and have no access to monies. So, simple question of the clerk. "Can you tell me whether, when my expiry date is 07/08, it means it's the end of june, or whether it means the end of July? Because I haven't got my new card through yet, and obviously, it's the end of June on Monday." Boom. Easy question. Could she give me a straight answer? OMG no. didn't matter how many times I asked, or indeed how I asked, she avoided actually telling me by giving me this bullshit about there being an overlap period and I'd know because they'd send me a new card. Well DUH. I wanted to wring the dippy bitch's neck by the time I left the bank. Oy vey. As it happened, my new card was waiting for me at home. No thanks to dippy clerk of the week. But I cheered myself up with a bag of fresh peas from Tescos and ate them all in one sitting.
Such is my simple life. I can amuse myself with peas, and by throwing dots of squished up bread into th air as the bats are flying in the back garden. Damn those beasts are quick.
Um.. this journal had a point, I swear it, but I've totally forgotten what it was... I think dippy bank clerk has thrown me off the scent. Ah well. Lets just suffice to say that all is well, and I hope it's not the lull before the storm!