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Mon 26th Feb 2001, 12:23 link |
| Was supposed to be learning how to ice-skate on Thursday night but it was too busy so we went to the funfair that is here for half term week. We went on a spinny thing, then the waltzers straight afterwards and I felt kinda sick as a result. We decided to avoid spinny things after that so went on a hydraulic simulator thing which SO made me want to puke that it wasn't funny. Considering I grew up in a seaside town with static funfair, I have become such a lightweight. It's shocking.
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Fri 23rd Feb 2001, 09:48 link |
| Dammnit! Some guy has gone and ripped off my idea for a pet doorbell - I had thought of that I have been planning to make it for ages but not got round to it (and now the cats know to wack the dangling beaded curtain against the door to come in). I was originally going to use a pressure pad, then after we realised this would break, my engineer of a friend suggest a light sensor (cats would break the beam and set of the bell) but christ, if I had known I could get £30 a pop for it, I might have tried a bit harder. |
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Thu 22nd Feb 2001, 14:20 link |
| Am I the only one who still writes these things? Maybe it is due to my experienced diary writing capabilities (see last entry) or more likely to be due to the fact I get pretty bored at work and have time on my hands...
Just been to a pretty dull committee meeting thing but I can keep quiet in those so I don't feel bad about them. Sasco remains unstickered.
Still feeling nostalgic as a result of old diary reading: am now up to the bit of 97 when I met 'the other half' - or as my kinda-mulletted lovely was refered to the first time I mentioned him in my diary, the lad with the long and short hair. I keep coming across other people, who must have been so important in my life back then, who I can't for the life of me remember who they are now. This was only three and a half years ago - I must be losing my mind or something. **insert dumb losing mind gag, forgetting what I am doing right now, in here**
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Mon 19th Feb 2001, 10:39 link |
| My God, I am feeling nostalgic this morning. When I was at home (weekend was pretty good btw), I rescued my old diaries from my mum and dad's office aka my old bedroom -- I can't believe I left them there for so long because when i wrote them, well, i was pretty (and by that i mean VERY) descriptive. Have been re-reading them and feel totally submerged in memories which is nice in some ways but confusing in others. I think I like it because it feels so long ago (96/97/beginning of 98) and it feels like I am just reading a novel or something but because all the forgotten memories are flooding back, it is the most vivid novel in the world ever (tm). I am glad I wrote them and even gladder I am re-reading them. |
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Fri 16th Feb 2001, 14:48 link |
| Internet connection has been lousy all day and now I can't get into my email --- typical on a day when I need my email to coordinate the arrangements for my weekend away. Feel quite debilitated without my access or even just my email address book. Not quite as bad as Monday though - when there was a power cut at work. I kept trying to think of things to do but it was always "yes, I'll work out those statistics, I'll just use that databas--doh!" or "i'll have to tell boss about-- can't email, doh!". Overreliant on technology? moi?
One of my friends from my old job came to visit today - meaning I couldn't have any lunch but hey. We're going ice skating next Thursday because I've never been and I want to take advantage of this huge temporary outside one they've set up in Leeds. It'll mean more skiving off work but, ooh, I think I can handle that.
Leaving in a couple of meetings to go home and get sorted, buy coach ticket that type of thing. Another week over - woohoo! |
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Thu 15th Feb 2001, 16:58 link |
| Sasco chart has lots of orange stickers on of late - due to a moral boosting session with my boss on Tuesday. I think he is thinking of me as a bit of a project and is hoping to catapult me into a more senior position after I have finished this job: he thinks I'm not lacking the confidence I think I am - but then again, he doesn't see me messing about a lot of the time...
Had an AWFUL meeting on Monday though. It was only supposed to be 2 hours long but went on for 3 and a half - the first 1 and half hours of which were my boss arguing with someone else, and it got quite nasty. I got a splitting headache which made matters worse but since it ran over until 7pm, I've got two hours owing to me which I can take tomorrow afternoon. Yeppie!
Am going home and to a friends in Cheshire at the weekend. Haven't been home, to my mum and dad's that is, since last May so am looking forward to it. I don't know what it is I am looking forward to but when you live somewhere for nearly 19years, then move a little away and visit regualarly for 2 years and then move away and don't get to visit... well, it's weird I guess. |
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Tue 13th Feb 2001, 10:08 link |
| There are people STAREING at me... I think they are sketching the building I work in but given I sit facing the window, it is like they are STAREING at me. It is freaking me out... How long have they been there? And more importantly, what have I done that is potentially embarrassing in the time that they have been stood there? |
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Thu 8th Feb 2001, 11:19 link |
| Am going to start stickering my Sasco chart with sink or swim reactions to meetings: quite often, I feel sufficient bolstered by a meeting to swim on that bit further in the job but then meetings like today, I think I am sinking à la Leonardo DiCaprio in Titantic (but without the accompanying cheer from viewers). If I could draw, I would do little swimming pictures and a series of bubbles for the sinking one, but i can't so it'll have to be orange for swimming, blue for drowning. My fears of being too irresponsible and lacking experience are reinforced at bad meetings when I have to lie and say I have done stuff I haven't (but get onto when I get back). Have to get back to repeating the mantra: this is not forever. this is not forever. this is not forever...
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Tue 6th Feb 2001, 09:35 link |
I told one of my good, male, straight, friends about the Keith incident and he emailled me this: "To be quite honest with you, and without wanting to be too creepy, or pervy, you do appear to have a mighty fine pair of assets, that any guy (straight guy at least) would find quite fascinating, and sadly,
probably would love to get their hands on. I don't know what it is, but there
you go. The truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.. What are
friends for? I'm just glad this is by email, or I could be caught doing
exactly the same as the IT guy. Hell, when we next meet, you're going to be
watching my eyes like a hawk ain't ya...??"
Tsk. Men. |
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Mon 5th Feb 2001, 11:00 link |
| a message for keith (previously of the missing email) if he ever happens to stumble across this thing: yes, I have breasts - NOW QUIT LOOKING AT THEM WHEN YOU ARE TALKING TO ME!
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