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Lets never fight again
Oh fibre optic broadband, oh how I've missed you. I'm home, I'm home.
Give me a day to get caught up on everything! -
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Bugger. -
Hanging on the telephone
Spent half an hour as unofficial Sky+ telephone support for my mother this morning. She has a new box and couldn't get it to work. It is remarkably difficult second guessing her options and doubly so given what she says these days isn't necessarily what she means. Eighty-six and impatient. Anyway, I think we managed to get it going as she seemed to ( Read more... ) -
Costing me an arm and a leg but I'm sure it will be worth
..it. So on Monday, Mr C and myself are flying out to Rome. It's his 50th and he wanted to do something special. Any dreams I harbour about quitting work are on the back burner until after I have paid off this trip, but it's pretty much once a in a lifetime dream. -
Been quiet
I've been pulling in my horns for sometime. Not really engaging here as much as I should. I recognise the signs but won't bore you.
I did manage to restart bookends though. Bookends: Sanctuary -
This haircut kills fascists
I need to make some changes in my life but it's all so daunting. The work situation sucks. I applied for another position in the firm and got knocked back without even an interview. This speaks volumes for the high regard they hold me in. I'm invisible to these fucking people. I know one of my colleague got an interview and it hurts me to think he ( Read more... ) -
Look at me! look at me!
A pretty to start my day. There was tough competition in that category, I actually thought quite a few were superior to my story. But ha!
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In which my weekend takes a nose dive..
I managed to blackout and fall down my stairs this morning. Very odd coming round and wondering why mr C was on the phone and what did he mean 'she fell down the stairs', who did? And look, paramedics and everything and I'm throwing up in an ambulance. Very strange ( Read more... ) -
Saturday, really?
I've stopped remembering hotel room numbers. I just carry their little cards with me and refer to those when asked. I'm lucky if I can remember what floor I'm on half the time. I've become a professional resident, smiling if staff are trying to be nice, but generally I'm head down and taking no shit. There is no pleasure to be had in staying ( Read more... )
