Rambling and more rambling...

It’s Dom’s birthday today. It’s also my dads.

There’s something freaky and Freudian about that which I don’t want to spend any time considering. *snerk*



A couple of things I have learnt this week – 95% of books aren’t printed in Braille, audio or large print.

95%!

I couldn’t believe it when I heard that.

The other thing is that people get paid when their Top Tips get published in magazines. I didn’t know that. But apparently if Woman’s Own print your tip about the best way to remove lime scale from a showerhead they pay you about £30. Money for old rope that. I’m going to start making top tips up and earn myself a fortune.


I went to the post office today, stood in the Queue of Doom, and posted my Christmas cards off. They’re in the hands of Royal Mail now, so they’ll arrive…at some point.


I’m feeling rampantly pre-menstrual. My boobs ache and I keep wanting to stab people in a fit of hormonally fuelled rage. Do you ever get that feeling when you want to stand up at your desk and yell “Would you all just SHUT THE FUCK UP”?

It can make office relations difficult.


Other things –

My bamboo plant is dying. I don’t really know what to do with it. I think I might have over watered it but I’m not sure. It’s gone all droopy.

I’ve just finished Sean Astin’s book, which indigo_blind kindly leant me.

It’s funny. I’ve always thought that Sean was…what’s the word…a pretentious arsehole. His commentary on TTT annoys the shit out of me. I find him so self-important. “Wait, no, no! Listen to my incredibly pompous and long winded opinion, it’s so much more important than yours!”

*ducks at shoe thrown by shimmerfreak*

So I didn’t have high hopes for his book.

He didn’t come across as pretentious as I thought he might. But he is really self-involved and I was left with a really strong urge to get hold of him and shake him shouting, "Be satisfied! Be satisfied you silly bastard!"

Not everything has to be deep and meaningful and multifaceted. Not everything has to "resonate" and be analysed to death. Somethings just are and that’s okay. It’s okay to just enjoy things.

He’s given the opportunity to have an experience like the one many people would kill for on LOTR and spends most of the time belly aching because he doesn’t feel he has the creative control or input as he wanted.

If I was his wife I would just have to slap him.

It’s a bit of a strange book really.

So I decided to follow it up by reading the Lemony Snickett book I bought for my cousin Callum for Christmas :) I’ve enjoyed it so far.


I’m going to a toothless old gits pub for my dad’s birthday drink. Should be jolly. So I’ll be home later stinking of cigarettes. Lovely



And lastly, apparently Gloria, one of the managers at work, seems to think there has been a bit too much talking in the open plan bit of the office. I can see that she has a point. A couple of new people have started over the last couple of weeks and there is a noticeable difference the noise in the office - I can accept that and I’ll make an effort to shut up a bit more.

However, I find it odd that Paul can sit at his desk and do fuck all and there’s no comment, and Laura and I having a conversation about something funny her nephew has said is noted as an issue.

*Humphs*

( End of year meme, pinched from theshapeshifter )