Well, let's see what’s been going on since my last post…
Well, the USA elected a new President. Some guy called Obama.
Erm, the F1 World Championship went down to a nail-biting, down-to-the-wire last race of the season. Some guy called Hamilton won (not the deserving winner if you ask me, but that's a whole other story (which I could quite literally bore you senseless with if you so wish)).
Erm, Laura White got voted off X-Factor, for no reason that I could fathom. Once she got over pretending to be Amy Winehouse it turned out she had an amazing voice. What’s worrying is that I came close to crying whilst watching the results show - I was bitterly disappointed for her after what seems a complete travesty. The worrying part was that I didn't come anywhere near crying when I found out Obama was in, but then why should I? Ok, he'll be the President of (arguably) the most powerful nation on Earth, but to be honest the cynic in me (who I try to keep as locked up as possible) wonders just what he's going to be able to accomplish. I want him to succeed, and he'll be a brilliant President, of that there is no doubt, but can he really bring about such a sea change to the USA? I'd be very happy for him to prove me wrong.
Most importantly though, the Dartford Toll has gone up by 50p. A nightmare for all those in Kent who love Lakeside. Which would be no-one. After all, Kent has Bluewater, which is like Lakeside but with all the trash removed.
Oh, and I had a birthday. My own, as it happens. I'm now in my mid late 30's. Apart from having to work I had a great day. I got a new phone (for the techies out there it's a Sony Ericsson C905 with the 8 megapixel camera - still resisting the lure of an iPhone), and loads of really cool presents (clothes, books, films, music). And in the evening The Boyf and I, plus OMBs and The Drag Queen went to a Turkish restaurant (Kazan) for what turned out to be an incredible meal. At the owner's recommendation (he's a mate of ours) we went for the Ottoman Feast and were blown away by the quality and quantity of food. I can't recommend it enough.
Also, it looks like my job isn't as safe as I once thought. In fact, yesterday I was told that things were getting better, today I found out that my team is going to be disbanded and people will be made redundant. So it looks like I might have a lot of free time soon to write this blog. Clouds and silver linings and all that…
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
My Move And Assorted Do-Dah's
Ok, I'm not happy at work anymore.
My little department has moved floors and now I'm… sitting with people. I don’t have a desk on my own anymore, and have to mix it with my minions. The first week was ok - it was quite a novelty having people to chat to about X-Factor.
I'm totally into X-Factor this year. That makes it sound like I'm not obsessed with it every year, which I am, it's just that this year it's been brilliant. The standard is so high, there are about 6 singers who deserve to do really well. The big fly still in the ointment - I'm not counting Daniel cause he's only there on a sympathy vote - is that nasty little melted plasticine faced Irish pixie-troll boy. Have you noticed that his name is actually spelled for the sound you make when you see him and are sick - Eoghan. Apparently it's pronounced Owen, but I'm having none of it. Frankly he unnerves me, and quite why people are voting for him is beyond me. Even the usually cynical Cowell (I still would, unfathomably) keeps telling him how great he is. I've come to expect such balderdash from Walsh, but not Cowell. Apart from Eoghan I'm not liking Rachel's rather typical 'tude, but that's about it. Even JLS managed not to annoy me this week.
Oh, Diana to win!
Now look what you've done? You've twisted my arm into talking about X-Factor. Naughty, naughty viewers.
So, I'm sitting with The Plebs at work, as I affectionately call them (not to their faces), and the novelty has worn off. I had one benefit; I found I had a clear line of sight to a hot guy (one of only about 3 in my building - considering there are 500 people working here that's not a good hottie quotient - this place is ugly), so at least when the chatter had turned to football or Gemma Arterton (as all the boys here seem obsessed with both, but not for the same reason I gather) I could stare at the hottie and have a little "moment" i.e. fiddle with myself under the desk. Except that this morning I walked into work to find someone's moved a cabinet directly across my line of sight. Bollocks!
Having said that I did go off the hottie a little last week. I popped to the loo and someone was in one of the cubicles… er… "making a noise". I think you know what I mean. Apparently he had a large number of kids to drop off at the pool and they didn't want to go quietly. I think you get me drift. Anyway, I was rapidly trying to leave the vicinity when the cubicle door open and out walked the hottie, looking rather flustered. I find it difficult looking at him in the same light now I've heard every bowel movement. I'd normally expect a nice meal and a snog before I get to that level of intimacy, so perhaps it's for the best that I can't see him anymore.
This post isn't very nice, sorry. You wait for weeks for something and I give you X-Factor and Number 2's. Hardly very high-brow. I do apologise.
My little department has moved floors and now I'm… sitting with people. I don’t have a desk on my own anymore, and have to mix it with my minions. The first week was ok - it was quite a novelty having people to chat to about X-Factor.
I'm totally into X-Factor this year. That makes it sound like I'm not obsessed with it every year, which I am, it's just that this year it's been brilliant. The standard is so high, there are about 6 singers who deserve to do really well. The big fly still in the ointment - I'm not counting Daniel cause he's only there on a sympathy vote - is that nasty little melted plasticine faced Irish pixie-troll boy. Have you noticed that his name is actually spelled for the sound you make when you see him and are sick - Eoghan. Apparently it's pronounced Owen, but I'm having none of it. Frankly he unnerves me, and quite why people are voting for him is beyond me. Even the usually cynical Cowell (I still would, unfathomably) keeps telling him how great he is. I've come to expect such balderdash from Walsh, but not Cowell. Apart from Eoghan I'm not liking Rachel's rather typical 'tude, but that's about it. Even JLS managed not to annoy me this week.
Oh, Diana to win!
Now look what you've done? You've twisted my arm into talking about X-Factor. Naughty, naughty viewers.
So, I'm sitting with The Plebs at work, as I affectionately call them (not to their faces), and the novelty has worn off. I had one benefit; I found I had a clear line of sight to a hot guy (one of only about 3 in my building - considering there are 500 people working here that's not a good hottie quotient - this place is ugly), so at least when the chatter had turned to football or Gemma Arterton (as all the boys here seem obsessed with both, but not for the same reason I gather) I could stare at the hottie and have a little "moment" i.e. fiddle with myself under the desk. Except that this morning I walked into work to find someone's moved a cabinet directly across my line of sight. Bollocks!
Having said that I did go off the hottie a little last week. I popped to the loo and someone was in one of the cubicles… er… "making a noise". I think you know what I mean. Apparently he had a large number of kids to drop off at the pool and they didn't want to go quietly. I think you get me drift. Anyway, I was rapidly trying to leave the vicinity when the cubicle door open and out walked the hottie, looking rather flustered. I find it difficult looking at him in the same light now I've heard every bowel movement. I'd normally expect a nice meal and a snog before I get to that level of intimacy, so perhaps it's for the best that I can't see him anymore.
This post isn't very nice, sorry. You wait for weeks for something and I give you X-Factor and Number 2's. Hardly very high-brow. I do apologise.
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