Monthly Archives: March 2009

crappyity crap crap

God what a day!

Detail is not my thing. I was never really good at sewing, I was never great at tennis which takes precision and concentration.

So today I spent just about all day looking at whether something was called Cleaner cupboard, Cleaners cupboard or Cleaner’s cupboard – yep. Crappity, crap, crap! There were a whole bunch of other names, but you get the idea.

I just can’t get interested or motivated….. or interested. Did I mention that one?! I mean who cares!

And the worst thing is tomorrows job is to sort through a bunch of columns with ‘x’ s in……

ugggggggggg

saturday

I love a lazy day. Today has been one such day. I mosied to the supermarket via Tate Britain (only in London), booked into a yoga class tomorrow. Came home and have yet to leave again. The fridge is stocked. I have caught up on my favourite ibbc programmes – loving Mistresses by the way. Crusied a little on the internet for jobs to rock my world. There were none.

That has been my day.

george the bird

As I huffed and puffed my way home, in my bid to get fit enough to run a 10k at the end of May (not looking good today). I was distracted by the sight of a man with a bird of prey!

You do see odd things in London – I have seen cannons being dragged by horses, a french theatre group who had an enormous elephant walking down Haymarket but not before have I see a bird of prey and its handler hanging out!

The birds name is George and he is one of 5 birds kept by this fellow. His business and that of the birds, is basically to prevent the pigeons roosting on the eaves of buildings. He had worked previously in Trafalgar Square in the controversial removal of the birds there.

Apparently he does a roaring trade in central London where people get a bit upset if you pull out a gun and starting shooting! I guess if the person was a poor aim you could do untold damage to people and buildings alike.

dating

‘Wondering’ is the nice way to put it really.

Internet dating..hmmm…. friends constantly remind me that it is a numbers game. I try to believe that it is about the numbers, kissing frogs and hoping for an untapped wonder. However, I think in my heart of hearts – either I didn’t hear or didn’t see my number as it sailed by or worse yet they have chosen the wrong number as they were winding their way to me!

I constantly find myself ‘liking’ boys with girlfriends or so much baggage I can’t see my way to them! The ones that smile back just aren’t it.

So either I have to rejig my expectations…. an option….. or give up…. hmm not so sure….. or……

Well any thoughts on the third option???

barcelona buzz

So it is 3 months since the first quaterly review, post MBA. For the bright sparks amongst us that would mean we were up for another girls get together. And this time the destination was the wonderful Barcelona!

Horrifyingly it is 15 years since I was last in Barcelona but all the essentials remained unchanged; Sun, sand, Gaudi, smiley, happy people! Of course all of this was enhanced by the gaggle of great girls that I was there with.

I had a personal nighgmare in the loo. Yep. Firstly, there is no way if you were on the bigger side of life that you could even get in there but as I had squeezed my body in, and had a dignified position, tights about my ankles… anyway that is probably enough detail…. the door flew open and there I was with a boy wanting to use the girls loo! hmm. Most undignified!

So what goes away, stays away but there were some funny moments.

w-hooooo

Sunshine

No gloves

No hat

No third layer required

15 degrees

It must be spring

overwhelmed

Earlier this week I was told I didn’t get the job in OZ.

I think I turned into an instant puddle, to use a friends very apt turn of phrase. Just so disappointing after such a lot of effort, emotional and physical. Knowing also that I was not the only one who was disappointed – I felt that I had let down my family and friends. However, family and friends both here and there have been just so wonderful, so concerned and so disappointed along side me.

So while it was a horrible experience. It has reminded me of the number of people who care about what happens to me. So I felt overwhelmed in good and bad ways this week.

population explosion

It would seem that my friends are busy contributing to the population.

I have friends announcing number 4′s arrival on Facebook, others saying that they are expecting their first, third, second, some have just had their first and alongside each of these scenarios come a number of other variations on the theme of procreation! First day at school, first step, solids.

So so so happy for my friends. Some of them have not had an easy time.

I weathered the marriage frenzy. It would seem that baby boom is the natural follow on.

I just sometimes would like to have this sort of news.

single decision making

How do you know what is the right decision? How do you know what is the best thing for you?

Is it okay to not know? To guess?  

One of the hardest things about being a grown up and not in being in a relationship is that the ‘buck always stops with you’. This is not to say that there are not wonderful friends and family out there to help, to listen. However, it is in the end your own decision. Now, I know that my coupled up friends don’t live in a bed of relationship roses but…..

I have a friend who is planning on taking 12 months out to travel. I am trying to decide where to live, where to work. And one of the things we have in common is that we are doing this by ourselves.

My life into the future has no true structure. If you have children, your life is structured a little bit by schools, their friends, your hopes for them, If you have a partner your life is constrained by their wants or needs, their family.

I am completely able to do what ever I want.

Just sometimes it would be lovely to have someone to place a constraint on me, to share the decision making.

He’s not that into you….

I am a huge fan of the Sunday afternoon film. The absolute, best situation is girlfriends with lots of gossip and a great boy-meets-girl big screen adventure.

“He’s not that into you” has the requisite story but it also makes you re-live the horror of dating-having-a-crush -on-a-boy scenario.

Everyone does it – checks that the phone line is still working when he hasn’t called, creating outrageous excuses for why he hasn’t called, watching the clock, avoiding making plans just in case he calls. Horrible horrible horrible. And as the film asserts you can now rejected not only by voice, but also by text, email, on Facebook or your chosen social networking site. Quite Brutal.

However, the twist is that the anxiety around all of this is what makes it fun, well providing he calls, emails, texts, blogs!