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Stuff my 10-year-old self would say to me:
"Still fat. Did Mum finally shut up?"
"Oh, please I don't live in some snob suburb out of the sitcoms for four years... What do you mean, 'seven if you count England'?"
"I have friends? I don't believe you."
"Boyfriends? Engaged? Either all boys go blind or every girl except me dies. ...I kissed two girls?"
"...Online ... fans. People who like my writing and seek it out with their computers. When did I go crazy? ... What do you mean, 'technically in the year 2000'?"
"So I don't get much better at the suicide thing, and I go to a mental hospital. I wondered how I got past age 25."
"So I get to play Dungeons and Dragons. Except better because we don't have to use dice with twenty sides. But dice have six sides ... hey! Stop laughing at me!"
"A secretary. No wonder I try to kill myself."
"Smoking kills and I'll never do it. And don't you tell me to 'wait seven more years'!"
"There are guys out there weirder than Richard? No way."
"But I can't type!"
"At least I get my comics back. Sort of."
We went to another "The Now Show" recording tonight. It was great fun and I laughed a lot. The question of the week was based on the fact that more people than ever are going to those God-awful Butlins places (not that I've ever been, butcholten99 says they are, so I believe him) and went: "What's the best place to vacation in Britain and why?"
My answer: "North Wales. I like the road signs; I think vowels are overrated."
If you aren't British or particularly up on the Welsh language, you might not get that. But the Radio 4 people at least fall into the first category, so my little blurb got read out on the show. I've only actually had something amusing to put on two of their little weekly question dealies and I've had both read out. Either I'm good or just lucky.
My feet hurt, I'm tired, but I'm a bit happier with the office now that I've finally alphabetised those stupid ring binders. Now I just have to deal with all the outdated (and hopefully dealt with) crap that's cluttering up the shelves so we can have something that looks like order in there. Right now it looks like a storage cupboard. Anyway, between that and successfully dealing with the stupid phone calls and the requests for leave and the BT guy who came to fix the ASDL or whatever even though no one left me any clue as to what the problem with it was, I'm starting to think that I really can do this job, and that I'm better than I thought I was. More to the point, that I'm better than they were treating me back at ChelWest.
Still not paid, so far as I know. I'll try ringing payroll and if they don't do something, I'll strongly consider taking legal action. I'm not looking forward to that, nor am I looking forward to explaining to Mum why I owe rent. Well, when it's done, it'll be done by e-mail so that she'll have time to calm down before she rings up and yells.
leopard_ladyStuff my 10-year-old self would say to me:
"Still fat. Did Mum finally shut up?"
"Oh, please I don't live in some snob suburb out of the sitcoms for four years... What do you mean, 'seven if you count England'?"
"I have friends? I don't believe you."
"Boyfriends? Engaged? Either all boys go blind or every girl except me dies. ...I kissed two girls?"
"...Online ... fans. People who like my writing and seek it out with their computers. When did I go crazy? ... What do you mean, 'technically in the year 2000'?"
"So I don't get much better at the suicide thing, and I go to a mental hospital. I wondered how I got past age 25."
"So I get to play Dungeons and Dragons. Except better because we don't have to use dice with twenty sides. But dice have six sides ... hey! Stop laughing at me!"
"A secretary. No wonder I try to kill myself."
"Smoking kills and I'll never do it. And don't you tell me to 'wait seven more years'!"
"There are guys out there weirder than Richard? No way."
"But I can't type!"
"At least I get my comics back. Sort of."
We went to another "The Now Show" recording tonight. It was great fun and I laughed a lot. The question of the week was based on the fact that more people than ever are going to those God-awful Butlins places (not that I've ever been, but
cholten99 says they are, so I believe him) and went: "What's the best place to vacation in Britain and why?"My answer: "North Wales. I like the road signs; I think vowels are overrated."
If you aren't British or particularly up on the Welsh language, you might not get that. But the Radio 4 people at least fall into the first category, so my little blurb got read out on the show. I've only actually had something amusing to put on two of their little weekly question dealies and I've had both read out. Either I'm good or just lucky.
My feet hurt, I'm tired, but I'm a bit happier with the office now that I've finally alphabetised those stupid ring binders. Now I just have to deal with all the outdated (and hopefully dealt with) crap that's cluttering up the shelves so we can have something that looks like order in there. Right now it looks like a storage cupboard. Anyway, between that and successfully dealing with the stupid phone calls and the requests for leave and the BT guy who came to fix the ASDL or whatever even though no one left me any clue as to what the problem with it was, I'm starting to think that I really can do this job, and that I'm better than I thought I was. More to the point, that I'm better than they were treating me back at ChelWest.
Still not paid, so far as I know. I'll try ringing payroll and if they don't do something, I'll strongly consider taking legal action. I'm not looking forward to that, nor am I looking forward to explaining to Mum why I owe rent. Well, when it's done, it'll be done by e-mail so that she'll have time to calm down before she rings up and yells.
