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June 1, 2008

My ‘to do’ list was off to shaky start with the refusal of the resignation, however this is now accomplished with style and I am leaving on good terms. Result.

  • Resign from job – tick (with a flourish)

Yesterday there was a list victory as one of the major items was ticked off.  It came in the form of Jacqui.  It was originally meant to be in the form of Nadia, but she failed me.  Too bad.   

  • Find someone for London room – accomplished

My life right now is spent on the internet and I’m going to start signing out of msn as I’m sure my friends all think I’ve got nothing better to do.  I am laboriously flat hunting, job hunting and filling in forms.  Today I have 2 scary forms to fill in – 1 job application and a university application.  

  • Job hunt – in progress (slightly distracted by university application)
  • Flat hunt – in progress (hampered by lack of flat viewing ability due to distance from target)

Today is a day for goodbyes.  Ah.  They have been my faithful companions (granted they have no choice about this), watching my every move (again, no choice, although they could turn around and face the other way if they really wanted!).  Today I must pack up the fishes belongings and send them off to their new home. In the sky.  No, not really.  In the toilet.  Again, no. 

  • Find new home for fish – tick (sniff)

Next weekend leaves no time for these formalities as I’m off to Rockness for the weekend – woohoo, festival season begins!  I’m visiting the gang – Fatboy, Midnight Juggernauts (having seen them 3 times in a month now they may think I’m a weird stalker), Mystery Jets etc….  The following week has already been dictated to me by various organised house and work leaving parties.  Phewww, it’s a hard life for this blogger. 

ps I swear my next blog will be more exciting than about lists.  I’m sorry (hangs head in shame)

La-la Versus Technology

May 26, 2008

Me and technology have a love-hate relationship.

Love:

My new widescreen TV.  

Oh wow, it’s so pretty! It’s opposite the end of my bed, so just like having a home cinema.  I can almost see already the beautiful camera angles and ambitious panoramic shots from the various movies I’ll be watching.  Everything will be brighter, sharper.   I might not even need my glasses – not that I can find them anyway.

Hate:

I have no remote control. 

…or aerial. 

…or DVD player.  It’s in Edinburgh.  I am in London. 

I just stare at it.

Shiny. 

 

Love:

Movies. In general.  Online, at cinema, on TV, on DVD. 

Going to a friend’s house to watch a DVD (in this case, pal Jo’s house on rainy bank holiday Monday to watch Run Fatboy Run).

Hate:

DVD disappearing into the abyss that is the body of the DVD player. 

Spending an hour taking the DVD player apart with a screwdriver to retrieve it. 

Resigned…or not?

May 22, 2008

Today I gave my resignation at my job.   Then my boss gave it back.

 

How could I get this so wrong? 

I thought it was simple – you write a letter saying that you don’t want a job anymore, you wait the agonising time it takes for the really difficult boss to leave so that you get time to talk to the nice one.  Then you get the courage up to utter the telltale words of ‘um…Mike, could I have a wee chat with you please?’ only to then have the awkward moment of trying to find an unoccupied room in a very large and busy office.

 

So I put it to him like this:

Me: “so, Mike. I’m really sorry but it’s just not working out. I’m not happy in the job and I really don’t think it’s the right one for me; perhaps even the organisation is just not right for me”.  (an encouraging nod from Mike makes me continue, perilously, on this journey of quitterdom) 

Along the lines of:

“don’t feel like i’m getting anything out of this position…hate coming to work everyday…not giving it my best..role isn’t the right one for me…” etc…

 

Short but sweet. I thought this was quite a good speech to have made up on the spot.   

 

So how come, three-quarters of an hour later I’m non the wiser as to whether I have actually handed in my notice or not!?  I remember something about having to ‘wait’,  and maybe a little ‘see how things pan out’  followed by a few ‘good opportunity’ lines thrown in for good measure.  Add to this a general feeling of being 12 years old, realising that you’ve lost your train of thought and can’t even remember your own name and you’re just about where I was at the end of this meeting.

 

Have I quit or have I not?  I have absolutely no idea.

 

So confused.  Here’s a picture of Pingu to make it all seem better.

 

One kidney down, one to go

May 13, 2008

Owwwwwwwwwwwww!!!  All is not good in La-La Land.  Another trip to the ‘burgh nearly ended in disaster as having a fainting spell somewhere just outside Doncaster on a fast moving train threatened to jeopardise whether this author, plus what felt like 10 carrier bags of clothes, made it safely home.    Add to this a general feeling of sickness and dizziness.  Now before you think ‘appendicitis!’, I’ll explain that I’d had a slight pain in the left side for quite a few weeks, plus a feeling of not really being ‘with it’ but, fearing a doctor visit, plus acceptance that the latter symptom is quite normal for me, had hoped it would just melt away. 

 

Yeah.  It didn’t.  The ‘slight’ pain was now a throbbing full-blown agonising stomach-clutching affair.

Those of you who have read my previous London doctor visit will be able to understand my fear at the realisation that a doctor must be consulted – and soon.  This girl’s not daft; I hightailed it down early Monday morning to the rival surgery on the block.  ‘I’ve only just moved down and haven’t registered with anyone yet’ says me, all innocence and dramatic tummy clutching.    

 Imagine my relief when I discovered no pee sticks on the floor and a nice stern doctor, very different from the grinning previous version who had tried to get me to educate his brother about cow and goat management in Saudi Arabia. 

To emphasise this, here is a goat standing on a cow:

So – here I am.  Oh – what’s wrong with me?  A kidney infection.  Yes. Lovely.  Apparently it’s swollen.  The doctor got quite excited about this fact.  I’m all antibiotic’d-up and off the booze (well, for so long as the antibiotics are required), with people getting very excited for some reason about my ‘real’ illness.  I’m not excited. It hurts. Like a big stitch. But worse.

Although I am completely understanding that this has been a chronic, rather than acute, onset of illness, I would still like to place some blame.  So here it is.  I have decided to blame the toxic, ectoplasmic green stuff I was made to drink on Saturday night. 

London on the Pull

May 5, 2008

In the 3 months I’ve been down in that there London, I’ve noticed how exercise-obsessed these folk are.  I mean, I’m not saying that Scottish people don’t work out – of course they do! But it’s rare you’ll hear anyone discussing it.  In London, however, my housemates and workmates punctuate most conversations with gym-chat, including the frustratingly regular utterance of “I can’t come out tonight, I have to go for a run”. 

I eat healthily and try to look after myself, but I don’t do gyms. I find gym-chat extremely boring and can’t think of anything worse than paying monthly for the privilege of feeling guilty.  Because I know I won’t go.  I hate doing anything I feel forced to do, so I’d rather watch what I eat, walk further and go dancing more often. 

But I’ve discovered why they do it – it’s a deadly weapon in the pulling-war!

Here’s my evidence:  

1)  I’m dancing away in a (really really bad and cheesy) club in Clapham.  I feel a tap on my arm and turn to see a guy in white T-shirt dancing with his mates. 

“You should come and dance over here with me” he shouts over the music. 

“Why?” I ask (a reasonable enough question I thought, after all, there were plenty of men on the dancefloor).  I start wondering what marvels lie in store for me if I dance next to him.  Perhaps he’s a movie-scout blown away by my dance-floor talent and I’m about to be discovered as the new Jessica Alba and cast in ‘Step Up 4: the Clapham years’. 

In answer he rolls up his sleeve, flexes his (albeit large) arm muscles and grins. 

Ah, the disappointment.

 

2)  I’m in a bar in Angel, drinking with some mates.  The music’s pretty good – re-mixes of NYPC, MGMT, Fischerspooner, Cut Copy – and the crowd’s started dancing. 

A guy dances over – “Alright girls?  You ‘aving a good night?”

Us – “yeah, good thanks!”

At this point the guy starts dancing right up to us, flexing his muscles, gesturing to his (clenched) torso, mouth open.  “c’mon girls, you know you want to dance!”

Me – “i would do, but you’re a bit scary”

Guy – ” what do you mean, scary!  check out this body”.  (shimmies) “c’mon girls, you have to dance!” (starts gyrating)

Me – “now you’re even scarier” (look at friend who looks like she’s dying to run away)

Guy  (sticks middle finger up at me) – “ah, fuck off then, bitch!”

 

So I did.   🙂

 

I’m off to scotland again next week to dance with some real men.  I’ll have a job to find them though, most are inside playing Grand Theft Auto IV!

 

La-la on tour

April 29, 2008

I haven’t written for ages properly, been too busy.  Now to cut a long story short, a summary of why:

People came to visit. REAL people.  Multiple times as well!  These included (in order of appearance):

Lee, Nina, Mum (she’s kind of obliged, but she did enjoy talking to the fish), Gary Wood, Lee (2nd appearance – star player so far!), Elaine, many people for house party including Greg and Jpo. 

A number of London-excursions happened featuring dancing, Midnight Juggernauts, a DJ set and meeting with Bloc Party, visiting the Crack, more dancing, a house party, Banksy-hunting, snow fights, visiting the filled-in Crack and I Am Kloot.

I went to Edinburgh. And Glasgow. But mostly Edinburgh.  A fun, fun, fun time was had.  Friday night had us dancing at Cabaret Voltaire to Krafty Kuts and Annie Nightingale, Saturday we were dancing at the Hive.  There were movies, faces, monkey moves, slapping and punching (of me), faces everywhere, Champ (or here), not much sleep and a hungover shopping trip which produced little to show but a camera (but WHAT a camera!).   So many of my favourite people in the world were there, one of the best trips up so far.

After the flurry of mad activity that has been the past 3 weeks, La-la is going to rest her weary legs for the former part of this weekend, in preparation for yet another Edinburgh tour next week. 

Rumour has it though that the bank holiday in London holds many a secret gathering. 

It’d be rude not to attend.

 

Free hugs!

April 12, 2008

Free hugs have been thoroughly embraced and documented in the past but were unseen in the land of London…until TODAY!  Here I present my evidence:

I’m not quite sure what the mask was in aid of but I took full advantage of hug opportunity!  As did my Mum:

Wow! London just went up in my estimation!

 

Blog Block

April 10, 2008

It’s a sad day when you go to blog and all you can think of is snow falling in London. There’s GOT be something more exciting than that to talk about!  It landed in 3 hours, stayed a further 3 hours and 4 days later i’m still talking about it. 

Right, well here’s a token picture of me getting hit in the face by a snowball by Lee to keep you amused for now. You can’t actually see the snowball, however what is obvious is the look of pure determination turning to glee as he realises he’s actually managed to hit his target.  My camera survived to tell the tale.

No one is safe when Lee’s got a snowball urge

I promise to find something more blogworthy in the near future. Perhaps I’ll try a tramp-lifestyle for a bit

 

La-La’s Land

April 1, 2008

too tired for many words. Pictures will do. I went nightwalking, in London. It’s fun.

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🙂  That’s all x

It’s a new day, it’s a new dawn..

March 15, 2008

Yet again I have adopted something recommended to me by my fellow blogger withwood but this really is worth it.

A site where everyday you upload just one photo; something that caught your eye, a picture that sums up your day, or perhaps you just think it’s a cool picture and want to share it.  Blipfoto is great. I love going onto the homepage and looking at the most recent pictures – it’s like getting a wee snapshot into all the different lives that are going on around you while you’re getting on with yours.  I was talking about this last week – about what it must be like to be someone else and whether they actually do think like I do (or perhaps i’m an anomaly and other folks’ brains work differently and I have never realised it!). 

What I love about this site is that people are SO nice to each other! I’ve yet to see a negative comment on a picture.  I also love to see what people think is interesting – you get the abstract ones of an interesting shape in a flower, even one of a gas hob which I really like! 

Then there are my favourites which are of people – I love photos of people so much.  I like to  think about who they might be, what they were thinking when the photo was taken, whether they had something to worry about or perhaps a secret that was making them happy.  I wouldn’t ever want to know though as that would ruin the picture for me.

Anyway, go look!  This is my page and here is my first effort:

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