Yesterday’s mood was one of introspection and given advice on mental health I would say I was depressed. Then, self diagnosis is not necessarily accurate, given a medical dictionary we could all easily be hypocondriacts.
What I did find interesting, on the subject of mental health, is how many people suffer from depression.
Never equated the fact that people who can deal with important issues in the workplace can equally crumble over minor issues in a domestic setting.
Never made the Sanctuary because of the domestic issues but sometimes what you need to do is not what you want to do.
To quote the terminator, “ I will be back”, it’s just a matter of timing.
According to fitness advice you should also take a break every now and then, it helps recovery and stimulates the body.
The best philosophy on life is to deal with the reality and look for the positives. So as Ian Drury’s song goes, “reasons to be cheerful, part three”.
He also have a hit with the words “Hit me with your rhythm stick, it’s nice to be a lunatic” lol R.I.P you brilliant man (Ian Drury)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ian_Dury
On the subject of lyrics, I often get odd one liners stuck in the brain, with absolutely no idea where I heard them; or why I recall them at specific moments. Last week it was “As god is my witness don’t monkey with my business”, which I think comes form a Duran-Duran song.
Perhaps it’s just I think to much, as Sean Paul says “I don’t watch them what say, just them that do”
Think I might do a pasta bake for tea on Saturday, we’ll I will suggest it and see what happens, probably cause hysteria or looks of disapproval. I love pasta especially accompanied by an Italian red (or two).
Struggling to end this reasonably so I am going to tell you a rather old joke
Couple recently married.
Husband turns to wife and says, ”Put my trousers on” .
Wife protests that they won’t fit, but husband insists, so she does as he asks and then say’s
“look they are ridiculous, they are miles too big”.
He says “Right, now you know, who wears the trousers in this house”.
So the wife takes her knickers off and hands them to her husband saying
“put those on then clever clogs”
He protests
“ But I,ll never get into them”
and the Wife say’s
“that’s the way it’s going to stay if you don’t change your attitude” lol
Take care , have a good weekend and a happy one
Friday 29 June 2007
Thursday 28 June 2007
Smoking
Apologies for the following, it’s not meant to offend just amuse. Life is a little turgid in most respects at the moment and self preservation dictates that I have some outlet. It also gives you some idea of how random my thoughts go.
A few days to go until the Ban comes into effect.But have they considered the consequences?
Currently people who smoke tend to do so on works time and those that don’t smoke make up the deficit in production or service level.
Once the ban comes into effect there is going to be more productivity as a result of reduced breaks or down time. Given that demand for most products or services is being met by the current output (with smoking breaks) the result is a surplus.
Surplus is over supply and likely to lead to cut backs…….in staff?
An alternative is for those who smoke to spend any money saved, thereby increasing demand .
What’s the most likely accessible item that might purchased in majority of workplaces?
Yes you got it………. food!
Any good economist is likely to tell you that an increase in demand is likely to see an increase in price. Therefore we are all
going to be paying more as a consequence. Some ex- smokers will put on weight, dramatically increasing obesity levels.
Those that never smoked will get even thinner, cos they cannot afford to eat and the new dress size will be like a toy train set, guage 000.
Vanessa feltz might really be able to claim to like a size 12 but resemble Miss Piggy though lol.
Alas my mood is not one for blogging today, save to thank those who visit my world.
I wish you all health and cheer.
Take Care
A few days to go until the Ban comes into effect.But have they considered the consequences?
Currently people who smoke tend to do so on works time and those that don’t smoke make up the deficit in production or service level.
Once the ban comes into effect there is going to be more productivity as a result of reduced breaks or down time. Given that demand for most products or services is being met by the current output (with smoking breaks) the result is a surplus.
Surplus is over supply and likely to lead to cut backs…….in staff?
An alternative is for those who smoke to spend any money saved, thereby increasing demand .
What’s the most likely accessible item that might purchased in majority of workplaces?
Yes you got it………. food!
Any good economist is likely to tell you that an increase in demand is likely to see an increase in price. Therefore we are all
going to be paying more as a consequence. Some ex- smokers will put on weight, dramatically increasing obesity levels.
Those that never smoked will get even thinner, cos they cannot afford to eat and the new dress size will be like a toy train set, guage 000.
Vanessa feltz might really be able to claim to like a size 12 but resemble Miss Piggy though lol.
Alas my mood is not one for blogging today, save to thank those who visit my world.
I wish you all health and cheer.
Take Care
Wednesday 27 June 2007
Kid's, Cat's and Cow's
No gym last night, got to do something with telephone directories instead, but it was’nt ripping them, it was delivering them!
O/h ,in an attempt to earn whilst learning, has taken on delivery of nearly 1000 directories. Unfortunately for one reason or another she had not been able to complete a certain area and asked for my assistance.
If I said I was not disappointed, would be lying, cos I was looking forward to a session in the gym. However I thought to myself, stop being spoilt kid, look at it as an Aeorbic exercise.
So off I go loaded with over 200 directories and a trolley meant for Newspapers. The area in question is one of the less salubrious parts of our town., the houses/ flats are mostly council owned.
What I did find amusing was a group of children playing in a car park area just outside the houses, especially the lad who said “Leave it on the bin mate and I’ll take it in when I go in” he was probably about 7yrs old. Then there was the little bespectacled girl who politely enquired if I was doing the whole of the road and asked if she could take one for her house “cos the dog barks loud”. It was surreal like that Mareva advert, where the kid’s act the adults and the adults go off and play.
Saw very few adults, those that I did see reminded me that this is very much a council estate. Nothging wrong with that, grew up in the heart of Industrial Birmingham, in a Council house myself. Just reminded me the difference in people’s lives and where I have come from.
Determined that Thursday I am going to be in the Gym, but then who knows what will happen, remain optimistic (for a change).
Must admit to a failing. Had a few drinks before bed and fell asleep, waking up at half past midnight, still on the sofa…. realised the cats were still out.
Left o/h in situ and went to call them in, which took about twenty minutes, cos they are creatures of the night preferring to chase little insects, rather than respond to pathetic calls form a sleepy (and at this point freezing) idiot of an owner.
p.s thought global warming means it get’s warmer, not colder brrrr.
Anyhow once they were all safely in the kitchen I closed the door and in eagerness to get to bed I raced up the stairs stubbing a toe on the wooden stairs.
By this time o/h had woken and taken herself to slumber’s, only lifting her head form pillow to enquire if they were safely in.
The reply was a lot more pure than my thoughts at the time…. probably only bruised….. but it hurt like hell .
Today J is in late cos it’s her daughter’s school assembley. Last night she stopped at my desk and said “My daughters a cow” followed by “ I have to make something to make her look like a cow”.
At first me and T thought she was calling her daughter a cow, not stating that was the part in the assembely.
I would say it is a blond thing but both T and J are blond. T thought the same as me, so starting a conversation with an ambiguous statement is just a trait of J’s.
Unfortunately for me I have a rather active, sometimes purile, imagination that will make anything into a joke to relieve boredom. I can often be heard to laugh at double entendre’s, innuendo and faux paus. Probably to cover up the fact that I am a shy person, even at 40+.
Out for meal tonight with people o/h know’s from wedding/ ‘girly’ holiday.
Hope food’s good, could eat a horse right now.
Take Care
O/h ,in an attempt to earn whilst learning, has taken on delivery of nearly 1000 directories. Unfortunately for one reason or another she had not been able to complete a certain area and asked for my assistance.
If I said I was not disappointed, would be lying, cos I was looking forward to a session in the gym. However I thought to myself, stop being spoilt kid, look at it as an Aeorbic exercise.
So off I go loaded with over 200 directories and a trolley meant for Newspapers. The area in question is one of the less salubrious parts of our town., the houses/ flats are mostly council owned.
What I did find amusing was a group of children playing in a car park area just outside the houses, especially the lad who said “Leave it on the bin mate and I’ll take it in when I go in” he was probably about 7yrs old. Then there was the little bespectacled girl who politely enquired if I was doing the whole of the road and asked if she could take one for her house “cos the dog barks loud”. It was surreal like that Mareva advert, where the kid’s act the adults and the adults go off and play.
Saw very few adults, those that I did see reminded me that this is very much a council estate. Nothging wrong with that, grew up in the heart of Industrial Birmingham, in a Council house myself. Just reminded me the difference in people’s lives and where I have come from.
Determined that Thursday I am going to be in the Gym, but then who knows what will happen, remain optimistic (for a change).
Must admit to a failing. Had a few drinks before bed and fell asleep, waking up at half past midnight, still on the sofa…. realised the cats were still out.
Left o/h in situ and went to call them in, which took about twenty minutes, cos they are creatures of the night preferring to chase little insects, rather than respond to pathetic calls form a sleepy (and at this point freezing) idiot of an owner.
p.s thought global warming means it get’s warmer, not colder brrrr.
Anyhow once they were all safely in the kitchen I closed the door and in eagerness to get to bed I raced up the stairs stubbing a toe on the wooden stairs.
By this time o/h had woken and taken herself to slumber’s, only lifting her head form pillow to enquire if they were safely in.
The reply was a lot more pure than my thoughts at the time…. probably only bruised….. but it hurt like hell .
Today J is in late cos it’s her daughter’s school assembley. Last night she stopped at my desk and said “My daughters a cow” followed by “ I have to make something to make her look like a cow”.
At first me and T thought she was calling her daughter a cow, not stating that was the part in the assembely.
I would say it is a blond thing but both T and J are blond. T thought the same as me, so starting a conversation with an ambiguous statement is just a trait of J’s.
Unfortunately for me I have a rather active, sometimes purile, imagination that will make anything into a joke to relieve boredom. I can often be heard to laugh at double entendre’s, innuendo and faux paus. Probably to cover up the fact that I am a shy person, even at 40+.
Out for meal tonight with people o/h know’s from wedding/ ‘girly’ holiday.
Hope food’s good, could eat a horse right now.
Take Care
Tuesday 26 June 2007
Banging our own drums
Have spent most of the morning completing an application for team of the month, for own team. I would not normally be bothered with such corporate back slapping initiatives. Cringing at the mere thought of extolling our virtues using language making estate agents seem amateur in attempting to describe broom cupboards as palatial residences.
Seriously it has achieved the following realistions:
1) I have an ability to present a case positively, irrespective of the reality of a situation We are, at the end of the day, foot soldiers in the burecratic war between customers and those who make decisions (obviously missed my calling to the bar and I don’t mean the one where they ring the bell for last orders lol)
2) A lot of the positives came from actions instigated by myself
3) There’s going to be a risk of getting noticed again. Should be keeping head down but active brain coupled with experience means I want to be in frontline.
4) If successful the application could fuel the opinions of those who see me as a threat.
5) My team might not be too pleased if they have to have a group photo splashed all over the place.
Sadly I must have a self -destruct jene that forces a hand to be raised when volunteers are required. Then I believe that good leaders obey certain traits:
- Lead by example
- Make sure staff feel valued
- Praise in public, bollock in private
- Don’t keep a dog and bark yourself (aka delegate, even if it goes against the grain)
- Remember that today’s trainee could be tomorrow’s boss
If I go to the Gym tonight it will for the first time in a week and hoping that my abilities have not slipped back. I am feeling the need to rip and burn….muscles that is not telephone directories lol.
Someone should have told that pilot the strange object in the sky isn’t a UFO it’s the Sun I can see it now, we’d just forgotten what it looks like.
I am drying up now or is that out? Till next time take care
Monday 25 June 2007
(G&T) Guilt and Tennis
Listening to: Love don’t let me go- Guetta vs Egg
Feeling: Back in the light of day
What is it about being brought up Catholic, that inbuilt sense of guilt that stays with you for life. You can feel the emotion just for breathing. Even those of us who are not religious still retain that subservient attitude, needing to attone for the slightest imperfection in our lives.
No need for any action, the slightest intention in thinking can trigger the guilt feeling. Not that we are perfect, no not by any means, nobody is.
It leaves us at the mercy of those who can manipulate that sense of guilt.
That’s what my weekend was about.
For reason stated above, no Gym since last Tuesday!
Feel annoyed but time is just another unit of measurement and I have patience (in abundance).
Did however ask myself why I am so obsessed and I came up with the following, no particular order and not exhaustive (ha ha):
The only time to myself (time away from o/h and work).
Sadly, I have no other hobbies (Not into Footie etc).
Making my body look better makes me feel better about myself
The pain is like a punishment (back to the catholic thing)
The girl on the desk gets my membership cards without needing to ask my name… making me feel like a valued customer (Either that or she has a thing for middle aged men that look knackered………...I think it’s called sympathy lol)
Get to listen to my type of (Dance) music
Eye candy (never liked the person who I first heard use expression, but cannot think of a suitable alternative)
Caught some of Glastonbury, Killers, Bjork etc…. though gutted missed Manic’s set.
Drank lots more water at end of last week and have pledged to only drink alcohol at weekends. Have to see how long intentions last……… way I feel now do not want another alcoholic drink for a week. Today I am only on my second cup of water .. need to step up the pace to drink two litres per day.
Talking of water, actual conversation between two ladies at copier
Lady 1 “It’s raining again”.
Lady 2 “It’s because it’s Wimbledon”
Lady 1 “What’s rain got to do with the Wombles”.
You may be surprised to learn that lady 1 was serious.
No, surely you cannot be serious!!!
Take care out there
Friday 22 June 2007
A bad day
Listening to: Start it up
Feeling: Comfortably numb
Domestic yesterday, no rants or raves, just comments on situation recently…alledgedly my fault for not appreciating o/h or caring. If I knew what to say perhaps it would be a start, hence how I feel.
Can only be me, not ideal or most outgoing,,…just me.
Not pre-judging weekend, always hopeful it will be enjoyable, but not confident. Existing is not living.
Office conversation today has been about, germs, pets and holiday’s. It’s a quiet day all round and when I most need to focus on something to take my mind off other things.. it’s like this.
Hope your weekend is good, despite the weather.
Take Care
Feeling: Comfortably numb
Domestic yesterday, no rants or raves, just comments on situation recently…alledgedly my fault for not appreciating o/h or caring. If I knew what to say perhaps it would be a start, hence how I feel.
Can only be me, not ideal or most outgoing,,…just me.
Not pre-judging weekend, always hopeful it will be enjoyable, but not confident. Existing is not living.
Office conversation today has been about, germs, pets and holiday’s. It’s a quiet day all round and when I most need to focus on something to take my mind off other things.. it’s like this.
Hope your weekend is good, despite the weather.
Take Care
Thursday 21 June 2007
Wet Wednesday
Listening to: Birds in the trees
Feeling: Neutral- not happy, not sad.
Pholosphoical thought……Skip if easily bored
The last few days have seen a lot of rain, which is making me contemplate the power of water.
Recalling the words of the Master to the pupil (David Carradine) in the series Kung Fu. He said, “learn to be like water, a powerful force but one which adapts it’s self to the shape of the container in which it lives”.
My philosophy to life is very much like that, integrate into most environments but at the same time seek out means of escape. I hate feel confined or trapped and am most powerful unchecked. However, that is where life has me, trapped in vessels and being changed from one form to another.
Try clenching water in your hands and it runs through gaps in your fingers. Cup it gently in your hands and you can drink of life.
Like the drink consumed earlier I can be expelled & return in another form, never consistent and always adaptable.
Update
Yesterday, Pirates of Carribean- Worlds End…still good but too long. Some scenes were OTT and served little purpose.
Hoorah-Gym later and pleased that I have made a difference over a period of time.
Even if I feel that individual sessions have not gone well, must appreciate what I achieve more.
Smile! it’s one of the few infectious things that won’t end up in a visit to the clinic lol.
Take care
Feeling: Neutral- not happy, not sad.
Pholosphoical thought……Skip if easily bored
The last few days have seen a lot of rain, which is making me contemplate the power of water.
Recalling the words of the Master to the pupil (David Carradine) in the series Kung Fu. He said, “learn to be like water, a powerful force but one which adapts it’s self to the shape of the container in which it lives”.
My philosophy to life is very much like that, integrate into most environments but at the same time seek out means of escape. I hate feel confined or trapped and am most powerful unchecked. However, that is where life has me, trapped in vessels and being changed from one form to another.
Try clenching water in your hands and it runs through gaps in your fingers. Cup it gently in your hands and you can drink of life.
Like the drink consumed earlier I can be expelled & return in another form, never consistent and always adaptable.
Update
Yesterday, Pirates of Carribean- Worlds End…still good but too long. Some scenes were OTT and served little purpose.
Hoorah-Gym later and pleased that I have made a difference over a period of time.
Even if I feel that individual sessions have not gone well, must appreciate what I achieve more.
Smile! it’s one of the few infectious things that won’t end up in a visit to the clinic lol.
Take care
Tuesday 19 June 2007
Fly joins team
Listening to: Find Somebody to love -Boogie pimps
Feeling: Bored
I am sad today because the blog’s I normally read have no new entries, which makes my world rather drab.
I know one person was having technical issues, hope they get sorted soon.
In our office today we have an uninvited guest, a large fly that dive bomb’s people. The window’s have been opened in an attempt to encourage the offending article to take his arse off the premises. I think he is enjoying making a nuisance of himself too much. He’d better p***off soon or he will find himself on the payroll lol.
Fly has now been joined by a wasp… hope it’s not Stingo!
Tomorrow I have an exciting training course on disciplinary procedure.. wopee doo!
T’s just came back from the little girl’s room and I commented on the nice smell of coconut (a cream she uses). She got paranoid cos I said it was a really nice smell… like pena collada’s. She thinks I meant overpowering.
Note to self…careful what you say….even innocently.
As today goes I will judge it by the ending yet to come. Sincerely hope to make it to Gym for some enlivenment.
Take care
Feeling: Bored
I am sad today because the blog’s I normally read have no new entries, which makes my world rather drab.
I know one person was having technical issues, hope they get sorted soon.
In our office today we have an uninvited guest, a large fly that dive bomb’s people. The window’s have been opened in an attempt to encourage the offending article to take his arse off the premises. I think he is enjoying making a nuisance of himself too much. He’d better p***off soon or he will find himself on the payroll lol.
Fly has now been joined by a wasp… hope it’s not Stingo!
Tomorrow I have an exciting training course on disciplinary procedure.. wopee doo!
T’s just came back from the little girl’s room and I commented on the nice smell of coconut (a cream she uses). She got paranoid cos I said it was a really nice smell… like pena collada’s. She thinks I meant overpowering.
Note to self…careful what you say….even innocently.
As today goes I will judge it by the ending yet to come. Sincerely hope to make it to Gym for some enlivenment.
Take care
Monday 18 June 2007
The get out Claws
Listening to: a muted radio one and a bird twittering…..I think the birds winning.
Feeling Monday’ish
Friday night was not good, got soaked making some deliveries and cocked up on getting tea from chip shop. Too tired to care and felt completely drained.
Saturday was so exciting, I washed my car inside and out before the rain p***** on my effort. Now I have a mental blank on the remainder of the day, yes it really was that riveting. Physically I have been suffering but not sure if it is bad hay fever, the onset of a cold or just being tired.
Sunday, Fathers day, lovely card from Daughter and a pressie….just what I needed to the little star
How did I spend the day?
Woke by o/h getting ready for an important exam. Tidying of house before going to gym for an hour +. Then to big shops to take hose fitting back (wrong size). Bought 18 rolls of toilet paper, cos it was on offer.
You might think it’s a girly thing to do but having no toilet paper can be tad inconvenient and it’s a relatively expensive item considering what it gets used for lol.
Returned home put a load of washing on, cleaned lounge and kitchen.
O/h comes back gutted at not passing.
In the garden stood by a bench with a rain cover on, little paw, with very sharp claws, quickly darts out and strikes foot. Been wearing flip –flops and maybe moved my toes…. nothing like cats claws in vulnerable soft flesh for pain. Brave member of male race, I left o/h hanging out washing and found anti septic cream to apply to gaping wound (laceration I think is the technical term)
O/h praised cat…. I got own my back later, got a hair lug out with the cat comb….not quite a punishment but they do not like the comb. Have had several wounds as a result of attempting to remove matted fur.
Daughter called from beach on South Coast, to say happy fathers day, ..ahh how nice and I am not really jealous…well a little.
Back at work today I am thinking that mast get away , even for one day, long time since took time out to enjoy a day. At home always find thing to do or need doing , no personal time-out.
More form filling this afternoon, god how I love paperwork…if only it was soft paper, then it would have a useful purpose lol.
Back tomorrow for more, hopefully upbeat, update.
Feeling Monday’ish
Friday night was not good, got soaked making some deliveries and cocked up on getting tea from chip shop. Too tired to care and felt completely drained.
Saturday was so exciting, I washed my car inside and out before the rain p***** on my effort. Now I have a mental blank on the remainder of the day, yes it really was that riveting. Physically I have been suffering but not sure if it is bad hay fever, the onset of a cold or just being tired.
Sunday, Fathers day, lovely card from Daughter and a pressie….just what I needed to the little star
How did I spend the day?
Woke by o/h getting ready for an important exam. Tidying of house before going to gym for an hour +. Then to big shops to take hose fitting back (wrong size). Bought 18 rolls of toilet paper, cos it was on offer.
You might think it’s a girly thing to do but having no toilet paper can be tad inconvenient and it’s a relatively expensive item considering what it gets used for lol.
Returned home put a load of washing on, cleaned lounge and kitchen.
O/h comes back gutted at not passing.
In the garden stood by a bench with a rain cover on, little paw, with very sharp claws, quickly darts out and strikes foot. Been wearing flip –flops and maybe moved my toes…. nothing like cats claws in vulnerable soft flesh for pain. Brave member of male race, I left o/h hanging out washing and found anti septic cream to apply to gaping wound (laceration I think is the technical term)
O/h praised cat…. I got own my back later, got a hair lug out with the cat comb….not quite a punishment but they do not like the comb. Have had several wounds as a result of attempting to remove matted fur.
Daughter called from beach on South Coast, to say happy fathers day, ..ahh how nice and I am not really jealous…well a little.
Back at work today I am thinking that mast get away , even for one day, long time since took time out to enjoy a day. At home always find thing to do or need doing , no personal time-out.
More form filling this afternoon, god how I love paperwork…if only it was soft paper, then it would have a useful purpose lol.
Back tomorrow for more, hopefully upbeat, update.
Friday 15 June 2007
Time is an illusion
Listening to: It's Not Over- Klaxons
Feeling: Not in control
At the moment time seems to be moving quicker than I am. Hence I was in trouble for being late back from Gym yesterday.
Apparently I had been gone one and half hour’s and my tea was being cooked on the basis of returning earlier. Nothing was spoiled and I apologised.
If I could claim it was because I was enjoying myself or making some real development I would probably have been more happy. As it is the session was hard and I spent most of the time in the ‘Advanced’ room dodging younger & fitter people and vying for use of equipment.
Allegedly perception of time is related to your heart/ brain activity. In younger/ fitter people, heart/ brain activity occurs more rapidly providing a stroboscopic effect, making time seem to last longer. As we get older heart/ brain activity slows down and we perceive time moving more rapidly. So I have concluded, due to increased activity, my perception at the time was nothing like the reality. Therein I rest my case for the defence…it’s over to you the jury.
Also have to confess, despite having decided to drink only pop on the evening, a bottle of red was opened for
the recipe …….so I finished the remainder. I have tried to console myself with the thought that Roman soldiers
drank wine all the time (and a lot more potent). However, they faced the thought of decimation (the random
killing of one in ten soldiers to demonstrate a willingness to die for the emperor). Would’nt you would probably try and cram as much drink , food and sex and anything else enjoyable into your day too?
The office conversation has now turned to what you would’ not do for £1 million. S said there’s probably not a lot but J came up with some like leaving the children, so S had to conceded that there were a few things.
Shame! I was just off to get a lottery ticket on the off chance lol.
On the subject of names, we were postulating why a lot of people use their middle names instead of their Christian names and the cruelty of parents in choosing names.
Now the conversation has turned to who have you met that’s famous, sadly we can all only admit to minor celebs (met as having been in close proximity to or talked to, not attending one of their concerts or the like).
OMG……. sex and the city eat you heart out, see how we pass the time, it’s all happening here. …. TFIF or TGIF
The lights just flashed off and on and the thunders rumbling, so I had better post this before we have a black out or something goes down.
At the risk of drying up, or more likely drying out, I wish you a happy weekend.
Feeling: Not in control
At the moment time seems to be moving quicker than I am. Hence I was in trouble for being late back from Gym yesterday.
Apparently I had been gone one and half hour’s and my tea was being cooked on the basis of returning earlier. Nothing was spoiled and I apologised.
If I could claim it was because I was enjoying myself or making some real development I would probably have been more happy. As it is the session was hard and I spent most of the time in the ‘Advanced’ room dodging younger & fitter people and vying for use of equipment.
Allegedly perception of time is related to your heart/ brain activity. In younger/ fitter people, heart/ brain activity occurs more rapidly providing a stroboscopic effect, making time seem to last longer. As we get older heart/ brain activity slows down and we perceive time moving more rapidly. So I have concluded, due to increased activity, my perception at the time was nothing like the reality. Therein I rest my case for the defence…it’s over to you the jury.
Also have to confess, despite having decided to drink only pop on the evening, a bottle of red was opened for
the recipe …….so I finished the remainder. I have tried to console myself with the thought that Roman soldiers
drank wine all the time (and a lot more potent). However, they faced the thought of decimation (the random
killing of one in ten soldiers to demonstrate a willingness to die for the emperor). Would’nt you would probably try and cram as much drink , food and sex and anything else enjoyable into your day too?
The office conversation has now turned to what you would’ not do for £1 million. S said there’s probably not a lot but J came up with some like leaving the children, so S had to conceded that there were a few things.
Shame! I was just off to get a lottery ticket on the off chance lol.
On the subject of names, we were postulating why a lot of people use their middle names instead of their Christian names and the cruelty of parents in choosing names.
Now the conversation has turned to who have you met that’s famous, sadly we can all only admit to minor celebs (met as having been in close proximity to or talked to, not attending one of their concerts or the like).
OMG……. sex and the city eat you heart out, see how we pass the time, it’s all happening here. …. TFIF or TGIF
The lights just flashed off and on and the thunders rumbling, so I had better post this before we have a black out or something goes down.
At the risk of drying up, or more likely drying out, I wish you a happy weekend.
Thursday 14 June 2007
Clothes, Nakedness and imagination
Listening to: Make a move on me-Joey Negro
Feeling: Tired, bored and frustrated
Yesterday’s update
What a day, first the computer system was down, then the phones, then the internet. !
I ask you….do they think I can go a day without letting you into my world.
Anyway before the fatal crash here is what I had managed.
Listening to: California- Red Hot Chillies
Feeling : More of a mouse than a man
Collected another eight bags of horse poo for garden. O/h’s friend owns a livery, so ample supplies. The problem is having to drive over two fields to get it.
Never made it to gym, did some weights followed by digging the muck in; enough of a work out for one day lol.
Watched Trinny and Suzzana and thought to myself what would I say if I was behind screen. Probably what I think o/h wants to hear more than what I actually think, therin lie’s the rub.
On the subjects of clothes and horses, why are young ladies in riding gear so attractive, or is that just me?
Finally made it to bed at 2 a.m. and woke again at 6:30 not feeling tired, no doubt it will kick in during the day. Good job I do not do anything too important, listening to the ladies talk about kid’s, diet’s and buying property abroad, enough to send anyone to sleep lol.
Today’s update
I have a headache, the type that comes with thundery weather and being indoors. Last night I demolished a bottle of red, which according to the news is well above my RDA but then , who cares, we all have to die of something lol.
Today I am due to have a visist fron a senior auditor to go through a few cases. I have never been able to see her in the same light since a colleague informed me she is a naturist lol. Nothing wrong wanting to be naked, If you are comfortable with your body, fine. Just not what I expected. Infact I admire her, how many of us would be confident to be in the buff?
Whilst on the subject of nakedness and clothes I am aware of the technique that involves imagining your boss in underwear, whilst you are receiving a severe reprimand, to avoid the psychological effects and becoming depressed.
However I would say that there is a danger because you could:
Feeling: Tired, bored and frustrated
Yesterday’s update
What a day, first the computer system was down, then the phones, then the internet. !
I ask you….do they think I can go a day without letting you into my world.
Anyway before the fatal crash here is what I had managed.
Listening to: California- Red Hot Chillies
Feeling : More of a mouse than a man
Collected another eight bags of horse poo for garden. O/h’s friend owns a livery, so ample supplies. The problem is having to drive over two fields to get it.
Never made it to gym, did some weights followed by digging the muck in; enough of a work out for one day lol.
Watched Trinny and Suzzana and thought to myself what would I say if I was behind screen. Probably what I think o/h wants to hear more than what I actually think, therin lie’s the rub.
On the subjects of clothes and horses, why are young ladies in riding gear so attractive, or is that just me?
Finally made it to bed at 2 a.m. and woke again at 6:30 not feeling tired, no doubt it will kick in during the day. Good job I do not do anything too important, listening to the ladies talk about kid’s, diet’s and buying property abroad, enough to send anyone to sleep lol.
Today’s update
I have a headache, the type that comes with thundery weather and being indoors. Last night I demolished a bottle of red, which according to the news is well above my RDA but then , who cares, we all have to die of something lol.
Today I am due to have a visist fron a senior auditor to go through a few cases. I have never been able to see her in the same light since a colleague informed me she is a naturist lol. Nothing wrong wanting to be naked, If you are comfortable with your body, fine. Just not what I expected. Infact I admire her, how many of us would be confident to be in the buff?
Whilst on the subject of nakedness and clothes I am aware of the technique that involves imagining your boss in underwear, whilst you are receiving a severe reprimand, to avoid the psychological effects and becoming depressed.
However I would say that there is a danger because you could:
- Burst into hysterics proving you are as unbalanced as they thought
- Start to find them strangely attractive
- Become obsessed with imagining people in authority in underwear (if you get into a lot of trouble)
Fortunately never been in the position of having to employ this technique. If I do, let’s hope my boss is female and reasonably attractive or it coulkd end in PTSD lol.
Oh well, back to the grind before I get into trouble
Take care
Tuesday 12 June 2007
Strange talents
Listening to: Generator (The Holloways)
Feeling: Frustrated
Yesterday evening was boring, apart from a quick trip to the supermarket and watching the latest TV talent show. Sunday’s show was the best with a lady who generated sparks by taking an angel grinder to a metal cod piece she was wearing. Absolutely fantastic and sexy performance.
I do wonder how some people discover these strange talents. Do they suddenly think I’m bored so I know what I’ll do…swallow a sword, eat glass or better still take an angel grinder and a metal cod piece and …
Today has been too busy for my liking, staff on annual means I have to chip in and frankly the computer is p****** me off.
Clicking and waiting for more than 30 seconds to perform a task is really too much. Next time they swap mine I want a female …. At least they can multi task lol.
Tonight, whilst I hope to be visiting the Gym, I do now that I will be collecting some more horse muck for the garden from o/h friends. Oh lucky boy do I get all the good jobs.
So all round it’s been a pretty s***** day and I am lacking the inspiration to write a decent blog……. shame on me.
Before I end let me thank those who take time to read this.
Until next visit take care.
Feeling: Frustrated
Yesterday evening was boring, apart from a quick trip to the supermarket and watching the latest TV talent show. Sunday’s show was the best with a lady who generated sparks by taking an angel grinder to a metal cod piece she was wearing. Absolutely fantastic and sexy performance.
I do wonder how some people discover these strange talents. Do they suddenly think I’m bored so I know what I’ll do…swallow a sword, eat glass or better still take an angel grinder and a metal cod piece and …
Today has been too busy for my liking, staff on annual means I have to chip in and frankly the computer is p****** me off.
Clicking and waiting for more than 30 seconds to perform a task is really too much. Next time they swap mine I want a female …. At least they can multi task lol.
Tonight, whilst I hope to be visiting the Gym, I do now that I will be collecting some more horse muck for the garden from o/h friends. Oh lucky boy do I get all the good jobs.
So all round it’s been a pretty s***** day and I am lacking the inspiration to write a decent blog……. shame on me.
Before I end let me thank those who take time to read this.
Until next visit take care.
Monday 11 June 2007
A Stiff One
Feeling: Knackered
Listening to: Love don’t let me go
In the heat of Saturday, cutting back the trees at the rear of out garden fence was not a wise task to undertake.
What’s even more stupid was moving that old cast iron lawn mower that had been dumped behind the fence. In the process of removing it , being lodged in the trees, I got stung on the nose by a wasp. Funny now, not at the time though. The trees and shrubs have big spikes, like six inch nails, so I am also covered in scratches and a few bruises from climbing about in the dense wilderness.
After a trip to the local tip to dispose of the mower and lots of other junk I returned to the job of sawing through branches and lopping. Think I had too much sun, the garden is south- west facing, had a headache and irritable on the night.
Sunday was not much better, even I did not feel like going to the gym!Trip to the shops, then gardening, sawing and lifting. My o/h is the gardener/designer I just supply the labour to move the heavier items.
Back to “work” today feeling like I have been beaten up with a baseball bat and wondering where the weekend went.
On the way to the shop on Sunday evening, about 6 o’clock, passed local wine bar. Three girl’s sitting outside, one with head slumped forwards, in the I’ve had a liitle too much and want to go to sleep style, .made me smile and sad at same time.I smiled because I know the feeling., too much alcohol makes me tired too. Sad because it reminds me we tend to drink for more than just social reasons these days.Those that don’t drink find other ways to deal with life, as Mr George Michael demonstrated. What makes us the same is we don’t get aggressive we just nod off…..preferably not at traffic light though lol.
Before I get back to work, if you are into 70’s & 80’s fashion, shoes or a positive outlook HGH2 has some relevant themes today
Take care and enjoy the day, if I have not seized up I will be back.
Any know how to massage…baby oil supplied lol.
Friday 8 June 2007
Office Privacy, IUD's and Thong's
Listening to: I like all these girls
Feeling: Naughty
Yesterday’s Gym session was the best for a long time. It might be because I found a new AAA battery for my Mp3 or the fact that I varied my routine, I just know it was good because I felt a slight shakiness in my arms which means that I have pushed them hard.
I should point out here that although I probably sound gym obsessed, I do not look like a weightlifter/ body builder.
After going back to the gym for over 12 months I can safely say that I have a reasonable looking body.
At 6ft 1" and 13 stone I have never been what you would call fat (well not since I was a teenager ). On the other hand I find it hard to develop muscle. I need to exceed 2500 calories per day but have a fast metabolism and easily burn off vital proteins.
No protein shakes for me though, sticking to normal food!
Being a supervisor has it’s up and down’s, on the whole though I am blessed with a good team , they even make me cup’s of coffee.
Nothing is secret when you sit so close to each other, which means even conversations of about personal issues. I tend to try and discretely find a task away form my workstation when they discuss things like the coil and vaginal discharges.
Although I am their boss there are some things I do not need to hear.
Which leads me on to why anyone enters a profession where you need to examine other people, imaging the sights they endure.
I could probably do most jobs, with training, but I would draw the line at a chiropodist. Nothing has got to be more gross than fungal nail infections.
Probably why some smart arse advertising company has those type of television adverts scheduled for tea time, along with warts and verruca’s.
Now on a more positive note here are some comedians/ comedy characters I find funny (you can see that I am trying to distract my mind from thinking about aforementioned, can’t you):
* Bernie (Catherine Tate as Irish Nurse) - The Catherine Tate Show.
* Joannie "Nan" Taylor - The Catherine Tate Show
* Moz (Johnny Vegas) - Ideal
* Homer Simpson - The Simpsons
Oh bugger, my concentration has just been zapped by S, she has just asked if anyone has seen the new Thong, essentially it’s a piece of plastic that has no sides and clings to your body. Another of the team has just said you can imagine what’s going to happen on the dance floor. “Excuse me is this yours”? lol ….. Now I am am laughing so hard I'm crying.
J’s off to have her coil fitted, S is off to a training course and I am about to eat my lunch whilst trying not to think too much about thongs.
Sincerely hope everyone has a brilliant weekend.
Feeling: Naughty
Yesterday’s Gym session was the best for a long time. It might be because I found a new AAA battery for my Mp3 or the fact that I varied my routine, I just know it was good because I felt a slight shakiness in my arms which means that I have pushed them hard.
I should point out here that although I probably sound gym obsessed, I do not look like a weightlifter/ body builder.
After going back to the gym for over 12 months I can safely say that I have a reasonable looking body.
At 6ft 1" and 13 stone I have never been what you would call fat (well not since I was a teenager ). On the other hand I find it hard to develop muscle. I need to exceed 2500 calories per day but have a fast metabolism and easily burn off vital proteins.
No protein shakes for me though, sticking to normal food!
Being a supervisor has it’s up and down’s, on the whole though I am blessed with a good team , they even make me cup’s of coffee.
Nothing is secret when you sit so close to each other, which means even conversations of about personal issues. I tend to try and discretely find a task away form my workstation when they discuss things like the coil and vaginal discharges.
Although I am their boss there are some things I do not need to hear.
Which leads me on to why anyone enters a profession where you need to examine other people, imaging the sights they endure.
I could probably do most jobs, with training, but I would draw the line at a chiropodist. Nothing has got to be more gross than fungal nail infections.
Probably why some smart arse advertising company has those type of television adverts scheduled for tea time, along with warts and verruca’s.
Now on a more positive note here are some comedians/ comedy characters I find funny (you can see that I am trying to distract my mind from thinking about aforementioned, can’t you):
* Bernie (Catherine Tate as Irish Nurse) - The Catherine Tate Show.
* Joannie "Nan" Taylor - The Catherine Tate Show
* Moz (Johnny Vegas) - Ideal
* Homer Simpson - The Simpsons
Oh bugger, my concentration has just been zapped by S, she has just asked if anyone has seen the new Thong, essentially it’s a piece of plastic that has no sides and clings to your body. Another of the team has just said you can imagine what’s going to happen on the dance floor. “Excuse me is this yours”? lol ….. Now I am am laughing so hard I'm crying.
J’s off to have her coil fitted, S is off to a training course and I am about to eat my lunch whilst trying not to think too much about thongs.
Sincerely hope everyone has a brilliant weekend.
Thursday 7 June 2007
Who do you think you are?
Listening to: A lot of bloody talk and very little music on Radio One!
Feeling: Analytical
Beliefs lead to thoughts and feelings, which in turn produce behaviours
Lying on the Settee last night, admiring the remains of the sun reflecting on the opposite houses and watching the conifer trees sway in the breeze, put me in a rather reflective mood.
The television was not because I had a headache and o/h had gone to bed for a lye down cos she was tired…fine pair of lightweights.
Amongst other things, I recalled how I was always puzzled that two people could look at the same object or situation with different feelings and descriptions. Despite the subject under examination not changing.
This was explained, when I undertook an Emotional Intelligence course. It’s to do with the fact that we bring ideas into the equation, thoughts feelings and emotions based on previous experience, including our up bringing.
Failing to let go of the past is like Monkeys who will not let go of the peanut, trapped in a coconut shell, the Borneo tribesman just reel in the shell and capture the monkey. So learning to let go is a good basis for change.
O/h eventually emerges about 9 o’clock and I went to shop to get some cat food and litter for the tray. We have seven cat’s ranging in age from 9 months to 5 yrs. It’s fun to watch them in the garden, trying to catch small midges or stalking birds.
I do not know if it was tiredness, or just lack of attention to detail, but I bought 10 cans of cat food and did not notice when I unpacked 9. So on the way to work today I braked at an island and heard a loud thud coming form the back of the car. At first I thought I had been hit but then soon realised the source was an errant can of Tesco premium cuts lol
The good thing about going to the supermarket that time of night is the bargains. I managed to get a crusty tin loaf for 10p.
Let me say here that I refuse to pay silly prices for bread. No flippin surprise Man does not live by bread alone, with most brands over £1.00 I can believe it!
Later I watched a programme called extreme party, which showed two groups. One a group of gay clubbers visiting Amsterdam, whilst high on (40+ ) magic mushrooms. The other a Rugby club team (lads in 20’s) at a club disco. The programme filmed both teams whilst they were off the heads, then played it back to them when they were sober
A psychologist commented with a view that the gay clubbers will die early because of the abuse their bodies take and the Rugby players seem to undertake a lot of homo-erotic initiation behaviour… basically they were getting naked and wanking each other off, on camera!
The psychologists view was that the Rugby initiation behaviour was less than voluntary for many of them and whilst they took part this was because of a fear of exclusion from the group. A bit like public school peer pressure I imagine.
Anyway I thought it coincidental that I had read a blog yesterday about a person sending a picture of his male appendage and here I am watching more displays of manhood. Am I missing something or should I also be feeling the need to exhibit? Does it make you any more male ?
I might not be an exhibitionist but I am confidently male so, for the time being, I think I’ll keep it in my trousers, or private viewings only lol
Take care
Feeling: Analytical
Beliefs lead to thoughts and feelings, which in turn produce behaviours
Lying on the Settee last night, admiring the remains of the sun reflecting on the opposite houses and watching the conifer trees sway in the breeze, put me in a rather reflective mood.
The television was not because I had a headache and o/h had gone to bed for a lye down cos she was tired…fine pair of lightweights.
Amongst other things, I recalled how I was always puzzled that two people could look at the same object or situation with different feelings and descriptions. Despite the subject under examination not changing.
This was explained, when I undertook an Emotional Intelligence course. It’s to do with the fact that we bring ideas into the equation, thoughts feelings and emotions based on previous experience, including our up bringing.
Failing to let go of the past is like Monkeys who will not let go of the peanut, trapped in a coconut shell, the Borneo tribesman just reel in the shell and capture the monkey. So learning to let go is a good basis for change.
O/h eventually emerges about 9 o’clock and I went to shop to get some cat food and litter for the tray. We have seven cat’s ranging in age from 9 months to 5 yrs. It’s fun to watch them in the garden, trying to catch small midges or stalking birds.
I do not know if it was tiredness, or just lack of attention to detail, but I bought 10 cans of cat food and did not notice when I unpacked 9. So on the way to work today I braked at an island and heard a loud thud coming form the back of the car. At first I thought I had been hit but then soon realised the source was an errant can of Tesco premium cuts lol
The good thing about going to the supermarket that time of night is the bargains. I managed to get a crusty tin loaf for 10p.
Let me say here that I refuse to pay silly prices for bread. No flippin surprise Man does not live by bread alone, with most brands over £1.00 I can believe it!
Later I watched a programme called extreme party, which showed two groups. One a group of gay clubbers visiting Amsterdam, whilst high on (40+ ) magic mushrooms. The other a Rugby club team (lads in 20’s) at a club disco. The programme filmed both teams whilst they were off the heads, then played it back to them when they were sober
A psychologist commented with a view that the gay clubbers will die early because of the abuse their bodies take and the Rugby players seem to undertake a lot of homo-erotic initiation behaviour… basically they were getting naked and wanking each other off, on camera!
The psychologists view was that the Rugby initiation behaviour was less than voluntary for many of them and whilst they took part this was because of a fear of exclusion from the group. A bit like public school peer pressure I imagine.
Anyway I thought it coincidental that I had read a blog yesterday about a person sending a picture of his male appendage and here I am watching more displays of manhood. Am I missing something or should I also be feeling the need to exhibit? Does it make you any more male ?
I might not be an exhibitionist but I am confidently male so, for the time being, I think I’ll keep it in my trousers, or private viewings only lol
Take care
Wednesday 6 June 2007
Journey- Journal #
Listening to; NYC Beats
Feeling: Frustrated, Confused and Optomistic
F****** hell,!
Set out early for work today in the hope of making some time up, proved to be a big mistake.
Traffic lights alternated between allowing pedestrians to cross and the traffic flowing across the junction to go, but not our side.
I was second car back from lights and wondered just exactly how long someone would site there before they did something. So, after three changes, I did a u-turn and chose a second route, only to be stuck behind some air head in a battered fiat panda doing 5 mph. Lost that snail and ended up following another.
The entire journey took three times as long as normal, why the f*** do I bother?
Flexible working is fine, except when situations are not your fault, It’s like you can feel the punishment but you can’t commit the sin.
Maybe I was naughty in a previous life lol.
Not sure why I care, nobody chases ot hasseles me about being in debit or credit, it’s just an inbuilt sense of guilt cos it does not set a good example for a team leader.
The situation on the domestic front has been a little fraught recently, so some of theses blogs are not as upbeat and interesting as I would like. Confidence tends to dictates my mood and my writing, so apologies if some e entries are a bit turgid. I promise to try and do better.
Yesterday afternoon’s training was enjoyable. I think a lot is dictated by who else is there , particularly when working in groups. Nice to be with two bubbly vivacscious ladies, cutting out shapes, folding and pasting then using childrens letter blocks to spell the highest scoring word and I am getting paid for this!
Seriously, I thought I was a star, when I managed to generate the word ‘Behaviourism’, whilst working with our communications manager. She apologised to me for not being good at games…yeah… and I am Mr Competitive lol.
The down side was that we later learned that the scores were not those on the blocks but one for a vowel and two for a consonant, with the exception of Q,Z,or X ,Which score 10.
If the word was customer relations related you got double.
So eventually came up with ‘Expectation’ (pluralisation not allowed). The top score was Questionnaire.
Missed the Gym last night, did some weights at home instead, better than no exercise at all.
Tonight should be going to Cinema. I say should , cos it depends upon how we feel. Good intentions often get overridden by
lack of enthusiasm and energy. Not sure I want to see Spider man but Pirates would be good.
Sad as I am to leave you I will be back tomorrow, keep smiling and take care.
Feeling: Frustrated, Confused and Optomistic
F****** hell,!
Set out early for work today in the hope of making some time up, proved to be a big mistake.
Traffic lights alternated between allowing pedestrians to cross and the traffic flowing across the junction to go, but not our side.
I was second car back from lights and wondered just exactly how long someone would site there before they did something. So, after three changes, I did a u-turn and chose a second route, only to be stuck behind some air head in a battered fiat panda doing 5 mph. Lost that snail and ended up following another.
The entire journey took three times as long as normal, why the f*** do I bother?
Flexible working is fine, except when situations are not your fault, It’s like you can feel the punishment but you can’t commit the sin.
Maybe I was naughty in a previous life lol.
Not sure why I care, nobody chases ot hasseles me about being in debit or credit, it’s just an inbuilt sense of guilt cos it does not set a good example for a team leader.
The situation on the domestic front has been a little fraught recently, so some of theses blogs are not as upbeat and interesting as I would like. Confidence tends to dictates my mood and my writing, so apologies if some e entries are a bit turgid. I promise to try and do better.
Yesterday afternoon’s training was enjoyable. I think a lot is dictated by who else is there , particularly when working in groups. Nice to be with two bubbly vivacscious ladies, cutting out shapes, folding and pasting then using childrens letter blocks to spell the highest scoring word and I am getting paid for this!
Seriously, I thought I was a star, when I managed to generate the word ‘Behaviourism’, whilst working with our communications manager. She apologised to me for not being good at games…yeah… and I am Mr Competitive lol.
The down side was that we later learned that the scores were not those on the blocks but one for a vowel and two for a consonant, with the exception of Q,Z,or X ,Which score 10.
If the word was customer relations related you got double.
So eventually came up with ‘Expectation’ (pluralisation not allowed). The top score was Questionnaire.
Missed the Gym last night, did some weights at home instead, better than no exercise at all.
Tonight should be going to Cinema. I say should , cos it depends upon how we feel. Good intentions often get overridden by
lack of enthusiasm and energy. Not sure I want to see Spider man but Pirates would be good.
Sad as I am to leave you I will be back tomorrow, keep smiling and take care.
Tuesday 5 June 2007
Customer training day
As I type this blog I am on my lunch break from a Customer first training session. It’s not actually called a training session, more of a focus group thing with working in small groups and generally reviewing experiences and best practice.
What I pick up from virtually any training session is that we are all as keen as each other when we are in the training environment but behaviours are harder to change in the actual working environment.
Having been employed in at least five different sectors, it is with a certain amount of experience that I can say this is the real stumbling block.
Anyway before I get philosophical and try and correct what the captains of industry cannot, I will cut this short.
Hopefully I will be in the Gym tonight and try and build some more muscle on my tall frame. At 6ft 1” I am wighing in at 13 St 1lb, which is not bad but the stomach seems to please itself. Despite my best efforts at weighted sit up’s ,beyond a little definition, I still have a little spare flesh.
My shoulder and arms have adapted nicely, why won’t my abs play the game to?
Maybe if I keep expanding my shopulders and arms, like an inflatable suit, the stomach would seem smaller by comparison…yeah right lol.
Lunch today was a ham sandwich, Apple, Banana and a packet of cheesy Wotsits. Not my favourite type of crisp. That orange dusty coating sticks to fingers then gets all over the place, especially the keyboard….oh god now I have to clean the computer..that’s bound to lead to a systems crash.
Enjoy your day and I hope to catch you with a more interesting blog tomorrow.
For now I am due bacxk in the training room
C U L8R
What I pick up from virtually any training session is that we are all as keen as each other when we are in the training environment but behaviours are harder to change in the actual working environment.
Having been employed in at least five different sectors, it is with a certain amount of experience that I can say this is the real stumbling block.
Anyway before I get philosophical and try and correct what the captains of industry cannot, I will cut this short.
Hopefully I will be in the Gym tonight and try and build some more muscle on my tall frame. At 6ft 1” I am wighing in at 13 St 1lb, which is not bad but the stomach seems to please itself. Despite my best efforts at weighted sit up’s ,beyond a little definition, I still have a little spare flesh.
My shoulder and arms have adapted nicely, why won’t my abs play the game to?
Maybe if I keep expanding my shopulders and arms, like an inflatable suit, the stomach would seem smaller by comparison…yeah right lol.
Lunch today was a ham sandwich, Apple, Banana and a packet of cheesy Wotsits. Not my favourite type of crisp. That orange dusty coating sticks to fingers then gets all over the place, especially the keyboard….oh god now I have to clean the computer..that’s bound to lead to a systems crash.
Enjoy your day and I hope to catch you with a more interesting blog tomorrow.
For now I am due bacxk in the training room
C U L8R
Monday 4 June 2007
Monday-Monday..so good to me..
Should have known it! Today was not going to be a good day, it’s that run of luck.
Woke up late , having fallen back to sleep. Being the conscientious employee, decide to do last nights washing up, feed the cats, change their litter tray and any other domestic chore you think of before departing to work.
As I bend down and tie my shoe laces, one breaks. Now the choices are change for boots available in the downstairs cupboard, going upstairs to seek out other shoes or try and tie what remains of the lace in typical lazy man style. It’s Monday, I am tired despite the extra time in bed and I really cannot be asked to go upstairs, so I choose the latter option (demonstrating membership of the typical man club, I hear you ladies say).
At work the day starts with our vital computer system going down , cheers all round, then boo’s, as it comes back online 10 minutes later.
Short staffed, you are keeping things ticking over nicely, when a colleague reminds you about a very boring meeting you had forgotten about and Outlook has not reminded you of. You endure an hour long session with colleagues listening to a less than exciting, or inspiring, ICT representative trying to coerce you into proactive taking on more work.
Tasked by my O/h with going to Post Office to send a letter Air Mail and paying a cheque into Bank for an embarrassingly minuscule amount.
The post Office was efficient and the letter cost less than I expected. However the Bank has changed beyond all recognition. Only one till open when I arrived, with a lengthy queue moaning about the fact that you cannot simply pay-in over the counter easily. There were several ATM paying in machines allowing deposits, but you need a card and our account is internet based, so no choice but to wait..
As I am on my lunch break, frustration builds at loosing time whilst the local help the aged population pay –in plastic bags of coins,. I then noticed a Business Banking queue hidden around the corner, so I quickly joined that. Only to find the woman infront of me, in a Holland & Barrett uniform, was banking what appeared to be a weeks takings.
Finally served, I make a brisk exit back down the High Street, avoiding the people conducting surveys and the Radio Wyvern ladies dressed as can-can dancers, to promote re-cycling.
I look at people to see if any colleagues are out and about, more importantly noticing the fine weather has changed dress mode, resulting in more ladies wearing rather less attire. Nothing more pleasant than a nice pair of legs!
Sadly those on display were either of Nora Batty variety or conversely still of school age lol .
Disappointed at the lack of eye candy, I look at the shops and notice that there’s a branch of La Senza in this sleepy rural town.
So that’s what the locals get up to!!!
No wonder, so many of them are living to a ripe old age. I thought I had stumbled on the inspiration for the film Cocoon when first starting work here. Now I think I have the answer, the oldies are all into the sexy undies, resulting in children at a rather advanced age, hence the absence of people in 20’s –40’s age range.
Previous explanations, that no one can afford the high property prices are just a ruse to throw people off the scent
Should’nt be surprised if there’s a strong swingers community, only in their case it would be literally due to the effects of gravity lol.
I now apologise cos we are all going to be old one day and hopefully still with a glint in the eye and a spring in the step, Mine will probably be a trampoline to get me over the kitchen step lol.
I have an Asthma Clinic appointment after work, nothing serious, just a six monthly check up that the prevention inhalers are still working. They run an appointment system but still you wait for nearly half hour to be seen.
Having suffered years of what I thought was just hay fever, I was diagnosed earlier this year and got put on an ‘Asthma Register’.
My image of Asthma sufferers dates back to when I was at school. The overweight boy with the NHS glasses that did not take part in school sports and lacked confidence, often bullied for being different. Now I know that it affects more of us than previously thought, including those who take exercise regularly.
Still we all have to die of something………………………. hope mine is having a good time.. lol.
Take care out there.
Woke up late , having fallen back to sleep. Being the conscientious employee, decide to do last nights washing up, feed the cats, change their litter tray and any other domestic chore you think of before departing to work.
As I bend down and tie my shoe laces, one breaks. Now the choices are change for boots available in the downstairs cupboard, going upstairs to seek out other shoes or try and tie what remains of the lace in typical lazy man style. It’s Monday, I am tired despite the extra time in bed and I really cannot be asked to go upstairs, so I choose the latter option (demonstrating membership of the typical man club, I hear you ladies say).
At work the day starts with our vital computer system going down , cheers all round, then boo’s, as it comes back online 10 minutes later.
Short staffed, you are keeping things ticking over nicely, when a colleague reminds you about a very boring meeting you had forgotten about and Outlook has not reminded you of. You endure an hour long session with colleagues listening to a less than exciting, or inspiring, ICT representative trying to coerce you into proactive taking on more work.
Tasked by my O/h with going to Post Office to send a letter Air Mail and paying a cheque into Bank for an embarrassingly minuscule amount.
The post Office was efficient and the letter cost less than I expected. However the Bank has changed beyond all recognition. Only one till open when I arrived, with a lengthy queue moaning about the fact that you cannot simply pay-in over the counter easily. There were several ATM paying in machines allowing deposits, but you need a card and our account is internet based, so no choice but to wait..
As I am on my lunch break, frustration builds at loosing time whilst the local help the aged population pay –in plastic bags of coins,. I then noticed a Business Banking queue hidden around the corner, so I quickly joined that. Only to find the woman infront of me, in a Holland & Barrett uniform, was banking what appeared to be a weeks takings.
Finally served, I make a brisk exit back down the High Street, avoiding the people conducting surveys and the Radio Wyvern ladies dressed as can-can dancers, to promote re-cycling.
I look at people to see if any colleagues are out and about, more importantly noticing the fine weather has changed dress mode, resulting in more ladies wearing rather less attire. Nothing more pleasant than a nice pair of legs!
Sadly those on display were either of Nora Batty variety or conversely still of school age lol .
Disappointed at the lack of eye candy, I look at the shops and notice that there’s a branch of La Senza in this sleepy rural town.
So that’s what the locals get up to!!!
No wonder, so many of them are living to a ripe old age. I thought I had stumbled on the inspiration for the film Cocoon when first starting work here. Now I think I have the answer, the oldies are all into the sexy undies, resulting in children at a rather advanced age, hence the absence of people in 20’s –40’s age range.
Previous explanations, that no one can afford the high property prices are just a ruse to throw people off the scent
Should’nt be surprised if there’s a strong swingers community, only in their case it would be literally due to the effects of gravity lol.
I now apologise cos we are all going to be old one day and hopefully still with a glint in the eye and a spring in the step, Mine will probably be a trampoline to get me over the kitchen step lol.
I have an Asthma Clinic appointment after work, nothing serious, just a six monthly check up that the prevention inhalers are still working. They run an appointment system but still you wait for nearly half hour to be seen.
Having suffered years of what I thought was just hay fever, I was diagnosed earlier this year and got put on an ‘Asthma Register’.
My image of Asthma sufferers dates back to when I was at school. The overweight boy with the NHS glasses that did not take part in school sports and lacked confidence, often bullied for being different. Now I know that it affects more of us than previously thought, including those who take exercise regularly.
Still we all have to die of something………………………. hope mine is having a good time.. lol.
Take care out there.
Friday 1 June 2007
Dirty weekend
My daughter phoned me yesterday…. first words were, How many stomach’s has a cow got?
Not how are you, or an explanation of why the information is required. Apparently it was a conversation with her friends, nice to be phone a friend lol.
She then goes on and tells me that she has been sick that morning and the other girls have been teasing her that she is pregnant, which she assured me she is not.
Today I txt her to enquire if she was o.k., so she phones me back and told me she has headache and has been sick, cos thay had too much booze after Rugby training last night. Having just turned 18, I do get worried about her, but I know that I cannot stop her living her life.
Thinking back to what I was like at 18, I do get concerned, but I know that she is:
1) Happy in what she does
2) In a disciplined service
3) With good friends
4) Learning a skill
5) Getting paid
6) Enjoying life and independence
7) Growing up (which makes me feel old)
Last nights gym session was better than others of late, concentrated on arms to try and build up some more muscle on bisceps.
One compliment today was that my ring tone was cool-Love Don't Let Me Go (Walking Away): Music: David Guetta Vs The Egg. Good energy music for Gym / mp3.
The compliment came from a young blond lady in her twenties, living with her partner and 2 boys. It might not be cool for everyone but I am chuffed that someone half my age thinks I have cool taste in music.
My exciting weekend prospects include getting more manure for garden and likelihood of more DIY. Still it is exercise and it keeps me from getting into any mischief.
Today everyone seems to be in a good mood, so rather than spoil it with more ramblings I will wish you all a good weekend, for those who like the beautiful game, Come on England!
Take Care
P.S. The answer to her question, according to Wikipedia, is one stomach, with four compartments. So I have learnt a completely useless bit of trivia, thanks to my offspring.
Not how are you, or an explanation of why the information is required. Apparently it was a conversation with her friends, nice to be phone a friend lol.
She then goes on and tells me that she has been sick that morning and the other girls have been teasing her that she is pregnant, which she assured me she is not.
Today I txt her to enquire if she was o.k., so she phones me back and told me she has headache and has been sick, cos thay had too much booze after Rugby training last night. Having just turned 18, I do get worried about her, but I know that I cannot stop her living her life.
Thinking back to what I was like at 18, I do get concerned, but I know that she is:
1) Happy in what she does
2) In a disciplined service
3) With good friends
4) Learning a skill
5) Getting paid
6) Enjoying life and independence
7) Growing up (which makes me feel old)
Last nights gym session was better than others of late, concentrated on arms to try and build up some more muscle on bisceps.
One compliment today was that my ring tone was cool-Love Don't Let Me Go (Walking Away): Music: David Guetta Vs The Egg. Good energy music for Gym / mp3.
The compliment came from a young blond lady in her twenties, living with her partner and 2 boys. It might not be cool for everyone but I am chuffed that someone half my age thinks I have cool taste in music.
My exciting weekend prospects include getting more manure for garden and likelihood of more DIY. Still it is exercise and it keeps me from getting into any mischief.
Today everyone seems to be in a good mood, so rather than spoil it with more ramblings I will wish you all a good weekend, for those who like the beautiful game, Come on England!
Take Care
P.S. The answer to her question, according to Wikipedia, is one stomach, with four compartments. So I have learnt a completely useless bit of trivia, thanks to my offspring.
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