31 10 2006


Happy Halloween!! I wish I was a) 10 years old and b) American in order to fully get the most out of this day. It always disappoints me how un-Halloweeny we are in Britain. I hope we get some little trick-or-treaters tonight but I expect that I will be home too late for them even if we do due to my ridiculously-long commute.

From tomorrow, I have to post every day for a month so I have been cheating preparing by making notes of things to write about in case I lack inspiration. I have not quite got to the stage of writing entire posts ahead of time although I am going to have to do something like that on the 25th as I am a bridesmaid that day so I don’t think I will have a whole lot of opportunity to get online!! Don’t worry, I will find a way round it.

We have a new girl who has started at work so I am trying desperately to set a good example by not:

  1. bunking off early because the boss is ill
  2. swearing too much
  3. slacking off
  4. writing my blog (oops)
  5. slagging off our colleagues
  6. being stroppy

So far I have only managed number 1.


Off to never never land

30 10 2006

I spent the weekend in my old home town with various sets of friends I don’t see nearly enough. The weekend started with a trip to The Pink Toothbrush; a delectable dive that I love so much but is pretty naff really. It is a rock club I started going to when I was 16 (all black eye make-up and leggings and Doc Martens) and it is the one place in Southend/Rayleigh that I actually miss. It is loud, the floor is sticky but it’s the only place I know where you can order a Rodney (¼ pint of cider, ¼ pint of lager, Reef and blackcurrant). Without realising, my friend and I had actually arranged to go on the very last ‘heavy’ night ever. Each week, Fridays are heavy rock and Saturdays are more pop and dance orientated (with a good splash of rock also). Apparently, Saturdays are now too busy and so Fridays are going to be the same. It’s a real end of an era and I was so pleased to be there. Also, being Halloween weekend, some people had dressed up which was perfect for from-the-stage-people-watching. My neck is only now just about free from pain following a heavy moshing session. Mr Motivator will be pleased to know I had a solid work-out!!!

Songs they played from the must-play list:

  • “Head like a Hole” Nine Inch Nails
  • “Enter Sandman” Metallica
  • “Killing in the Name Of” Rage Against the Machine
  • “Firestarter” The Prodigy
  • “Faith” Limp Bizkit

Songs they didn’t play that they really ought to have:

  • Anything by Pearl Jam
  • Anything by Nirvana
  • “Personal Jesus” Depeche Mode
  • “Been Caught Stealin'” Jane’s Addicition

Saturday afternoon was spent with K and A and it was great to catch up – just a shame we didn’t have more time with them. Then in the evening, on to J and T’s where we had the most delicious home-cooked veggie curry and a lovely evening. Sunday lunchtime was spent with M and S and their most adorable little boy. Considering the number of people we saw, I expected to feel exhausted but on the way back, I just felt really lucky that I have such great friends still, even if we can’t see each other all the time.

If I lived in the US, I would be unique

26 10 2006
Logo There are:
people with my name
in the U.S.A.

How many have your name?


I found this nifty thing here. I wonder if there is something similar for the UK…


23 10 2006

Having got all fired up with NaBloWriMo, I then disappear and don’t post for a whole week.  How rubbish is that?  I would like to say it’s because I have been saving up all my fascinating insights for November so I have something to write everyday but in fact it’s actually because last week was pretty much the worst week I have had for a very very long time.  I have stuff going on which is so crap I don’t even want to write about it.  So basically if anyone out there is reading this drivel, you will have to bear with me because I may be more ascerbic than usual and not nearly as cuddly as I am usually.

That said, one of the things that always cheers up my work friends and me is the litany of various anecdotes from my time as a call-centre manager.  My favourites (in no particular order) are:

  • The time where I started to apologise to a customer but realised I didn’t have his details on my screen so I didn’t know his name but I had already started saying “Sorry Mister..”.  So I just stopped there and ended up sounding like the Artful Dodger or some other cheeky cockney fellow.
  • The time I called a customer “Sir” all the way through the call only for her to tell me (in a rather gruff voice) “oh, and by the way, this is Mrs Smith not Mr Smith”.
  • The time a call was escalated to me as a high-level management complaint (meaning he had spoken to three other people before asking again to put through to someone higher) .  He was probably as angry as someone can get.  His electricity had been cut off three hours ago because British Gas (ie not us) had accidentally cut his line whilst digging the road.  He told me that he was taping the call for Watchdog.  Very politely, I gave him my full name, my telephone number and then told him to hold for a moment whilst I brought up his account on my screen.  I then accidentally cut him off and then panicked so lost his details this I had no record of who he was.   He never did go to Watchdog though, the lying git.
  • The time when I dealt with a complaint for a Mr Redbutt which had not been previously resolved.  Thinking I had done the job well, I expected the call the end on a happy note until he said “and my name is not Redbutt but Redrup”.  Some clever bugger had obviously changed his name on the system (probably because he was such a nob).

I am already getting a few choice stories together from my time at my current job but will save those for another time… you never know who might be reading!!!

This weekend we went to see Evita for my friend’s hen-night.  It was just fantastic.  I love the music so much and I really loved Elena Roger although despite the rave reviews, there were some mixed opinions about her in our group.  I would like to buy the CD/download the music but I am torn… I  think I prefer Madonna’s Evita but I prefer Matt Rawle’s Che.  It’s not that I didn’t like Antonio Banderas (I am not made of stone, people) but Matt Rawle is delectable and thus I have the dilemma.  Maybe I will buy the cast recording CD but the DVD of the film for the best of both worlds… *off to update my Amazon Wishlist*

Finally a couple of pictures that I want to share.  First of all, my new shoes:


And also I was catching up on my The Superficial reading and I found this perfectly hilarious picture:


All I can say is, I can totally relate to that poor mutt.  And I am not talking about Paris.

NaBlo WriMo!

16 10 2006

Eeek!  I have just ‘signed up’ for Fussy’s NaNo WriMo.  I have to post every day in November.  Am I mad?!  The quality of posts (such as it is) will probably quicky deteriorate!

Very strange

16 10 2006

I am sitting at my desk and staring out of the window when my boss, who sits opposite me, asks:

What are you thinking about?

Erm… since when are we in a relationship?  And why is he the woman?


14 10 2006

I found ljc’s fantastic blog the other day (via confessions of a nobody) and I at once felt inspired to do cool crafty things, and also very lazy and boring for wasting so much of my time watching TV and generally lazing about. Now that autumn is here and winter is fast approaching, I plan to use the short days to my advantage and get creative. As well as trying to keep up with some writing, I would like to make some artwork for our house using photos we took in Italy and that’s just to start. Ricardo brought me back some gorgeous silk and sari material from India last year so I am determined to make something for the house out of it.

By the way, I can still hardly walk. Damn you, Mr Motivator. I need copious amounts of Deep Heat and vodka to sort me out. Plus, they say laughter is the best medicine. Let’s hope that’s true as we are out at a comedy club in Birmingham tonight.