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I have no dedication and seem to have a fear of commitment.

{ April 8, 2008 @ 1:10 pm } · { Drunken Ramblings, Travel, Work }
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Yeah, ok! So it has been nearly a month without a peep from me, you are all probably worried I fell into a cave or have been sticking knives in toasters again. Not the case! Perhaps it has been a slow month, nothing to write about? Nope! I’m just really bad at committing to things. Sorry!

I shall summarize what has been going on in my tiny little world and even tinier little brain:

 

 

London:

went the weekend before Easter. Met some more of Neil’s friends. Saw King Tut’s stuff , the young man was keen on canes! Met up with May-z. Experienced the apocalypse on the Circle Line. Watched people watch rugby. Stayed at the most interesting hotel in the city (2 rooms for the price of 1 is still a bargain, even if the second room is hidden inside the first, was designed for PORGs and MUST remain locked at all times!). Played pool at a mafia run bar, Neil was my coach and kept giving tips in the form of math exam questions:” A train leaves Glasgow at 5pm travelling at 35mph, at the same time a bus leaves……” surprisingly I was crap. Tried to go to a pub after 11.30 but apparently that is the time the whole of London (excluding McDonald’s) shuts down. Went to the tower of London and cringed at all the American accents.Easter:

Spent Easter in at Neil’s brother’s in Devon. Climbed some rocks, did some letter-boxing (that sounds like some sort of deviant sexual act doesn’t it? I assure you it is good clean fun) and marvelled at the sun/snow. No chocolate eggs were harmed this year.Boozing:

a couple of weekends ago I somehow managed to end up drunk in The Plough with Neil, Spex, Bob, Jackie (apparently she went home early on, but somehow I did not realise), Nick………and my BOSS! I remember talking a load of pants, walking him to pick up point and then flowering a Mini. The next day I had a hangover, I felt fine physically but emotionally…..well the prettiness of the flowers outside Neil’s house was offending me, so I lounged at home. That night we had a lovely meal at Bob and Jackie’s and discovered that Spex is a bit of a fussy eater.

Ah well, lunch hour is up. Must dash!

Weekend, Wobble-Boards and Woes.

{ February 18, 2008 @ 1:55 pm } · { Drunken Ramblings, Work, Worst-er }
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Hello again, surprised to see me? Well you should be!

Friday I tried posting but it disappeared into the ether. Somewhere out in the universe is a huge pile of odd socks, gloves and umbrellas with my post sitting on top. That or the “cringe-worthy” police hauled it in for being too smug and sickly, after all it was all about V day and how it was (eventually) the first nice one I have had. So I will just gloss over that.

By the way you are looking lovely today!

So to the weekend, which once again officially commenced on Friday night at the Swan. I managed to meet up with Neil and Shane after the lodging negotiations had taken place and before the prank calls began. By the time we left we were both a bit squiffy so the journey home was guaranteed to be exciting.

First off Neil demanded we get food from Caspian Pizza, where he said hello to some girl he recognised who clearly had no idea who he was and spent the rest of her time avoiding eye-contact. I then stopped off at the petrol station so that  I could get a drink, leaving Neil stood outside holding a huge pizza. After I had paid for my goods (and prank called the Bad Phone again) I was in time to rejoin him mid Chav baiting.

Apparently a few sportswear-clad youths accused him of stealing the pizza. It all resulted in Neil telling them to have respect, me demanding some respect in a Jamaican accent and then telling him that they are so cute at that age. They responded but it was incoherent and sounded more than a bit like a wobble-board. Obviously the conversation on the way home lead to the conclusion that all Chavs are actually Rolfaroos (but not all Rolfaroos are Chavs).

The rest of the weekend was very laid back, appart  from my occasional mood swings and the fact that my house was as cold as a penguin’s naughty bits. Neil is slowly becoming an accomplished Italian chef. Meaning he made a great Italian Shepherd’s Pie, not that he’s bought a Vespa and is saying ciao all the time.

Now on to the woes, the main one right now is that my work appraisal is at 3pm today. I’ve been honest and do feel that overall I am doing a good job and that they’ll recognise this, but the fear is always there and I have some issues I want to raise. I don’t know what I am going to say or if I’ll say anything at all, worry that it is all in my head and my issues with the person involved are just due to me disliking them. I am also feeling a bit trapped, overlooked and taken for granted. But hey ho!

Wish me luck!

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