Got up and at'em pretty quickly (and early for me) and went to get the bus. Just as I was leaving the house, the bus sails past (which is odd considering it is a bus, with wheels and a tendency to stick to dry land) five minutes early. I doh rather loudly then walk the five minute walk to get another bus. I wait at that bus stop for ten minutes before a bus shows up. I go into my bag to get my sans-pass bus fare but wallet is not there. I walk the five minute walk up-hill to the house and knock on the door (keys are attached to wallet, inside the house). There is no response except for one of the cats looking at me oddly. I knock again and again. Still no response. I shout through the letter box. I think you know what the response rate was. I grab a nearby garden cane and put it through the letterbox, using it to try to trigger the alarm but as I am working blind through a letterbox, I am less than successful. Cat is looking really bemused now. Bang and holler some more. Eventually the esteemed Judge of the Ruffneck deems to answer the door. Then laughs at me. I fetch wallet and walk back to the bus stop.

Grrrr.

After yesterday's keys/bus pass incident, I am the queen of forgetful. I should get a prize or a crown or something (which I would only lose/forget).

Irony, or i'ony (if you want to be all American about it), of it all is that I got offered the job yesterday, and have been offered a job here based on, amongst other things, my organisational skills....

This morning though, because I've been in a flap with the interview, I have:
a) forgotten my keys
b) lost my bus pass between getting on and getting off the bus
c) forgotten the big heap of busy stuff I am supposed to do today because I am really busy.
d) got conjuctivitis again.

Hey ho.

Plus, have not had to take any flack today and in fact have had various praise from my boss. The dept has also kinda put its money where its mouth is - they want me to take one of their permanent jobs that start in January and if I accept, they'll extend my present contract until then so I won't have a gap inbetween. AND my boss thinks I have leave owing to me so I would be able to have some of that time off too. Mmmmmm, so many decisions...

But at least it doesn't smell of girls in here (which you would expect given it is a girl's office and all), like it does in some places.

I am being amused by a mental image of bAckline running about wherever smells of girls, trying to re-odourize* the room with his manly geek smell. Scaramanga I'm sure would join him in this quest but I've heard a rumour he is not the sporty type.

*I think I may have just made this word up but I think it is cool and shall use it in everyday conversation from now on.

Time since last heard a rumour involving wallets: 14 minutes and 38 seconds.

which is really apt considering I've had a song beginning with that very line stuck in my head all day. Hey ho.

Actually, I've been thinking recently of changing my super hero identity to Flack-girl: "need someone to take some flack for you? Call Flack-Girl! Flack-Girl to the rescue!". Trouble is my professional selfconfidence isn't buoyant enough to take a whole heap of crap before I want to sack it all off and get a job painting letter boxes for a living. Double hey ho.

• My, my, the screen is big. It reminded me of the time when we upgraded from a small portable tv in our living room to a 29incher. Except obviously on a slightly bigger scale.
• There is nothing less amusing than far-too-skinny computer generated women called something stupid like Fig, trying to be funny when actually they are making worse puns than me.
• There is nothing more weirdyazz than far-too-skinny computer generated women called something stupid like Fig, trying to be funny when actually they are making worse puns than me, while having pert little boobies but NO NIPPLES.
• Wearing polarised 3d-makin' glasses makes everyone look just plain stupid.
• especially if they are worn over normal glasses. I'm so glad there wasn't a mirror in the cinema (because there obviously so often is...)
• 3d doings make my eyes go funny like VR does, probably for the same reason. Someone care to explain why...?
• Being a student for one night a week pays off - yay! student entry prices! I saved £1.80, you suckers!
• The Pet Shop Boys suck ass.
• Why, when they have the choice of every 3d object in the world, does everyone just make tons and tons of cones?
• If I had just taken a large quantity of drugs (rather than chocolate fudge cake, served by lip-pierced Love Apple gal) that would have been either the best ("woooooh, look dude, that's like totally a penguin's ass") or worst ("fuck me! it's coming right at us!" *attempts to hide behind on head*) experience of my life.

yes, when you have a dog, there is no point barking yourself - unless the dog is some little yappy breed like a chihuahua or a pekingese when the rat-like dog will do some of the barking, then get the boss to correct the barking, and the scraggy ball of fluff gets to yap again, looking like a fool while doing it. Therefore it would have been better/easier/less humiliating for the non-dog to bark in the first place.

Incidentally, what the HELL is this old chinese dude doing to the dog?

I thought I met the world's stupidest person yesterday, working in the bakery across the road from work. He was surly and gave me the wrong pastie (unless cheese and onion suddenly has gravy and meat in it and no one told me about the change) which didn't endear me to him at all.

Then on the way to work today, someone drove past me with an "I heart country music" bumper sticker and they immediately found themselves way up there on the List-o-Stupid.

Then, just now, I've had a meeting with my boss and realised *I* am the leader of the list and that I am insane for thinking I could do a job bigger than this when at the moment, it feels as if I'm swimming in treacle with this one. Ho hum.