The End of a Very Long Week
Sep. 1st, 2006 11:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thessalianMy mother sent me photos of her new kitchen this morning. I haven't had a chance to look at them yet because I'm not particularly in the mood to download them at work. Eh, I'm sure they'll still be there when I get home. Still, looking at other people's kitchens is not exactly my idea of a good time, and I will admit to some jealousy because the Sourcebook Central 2.0 kitchen, while by no means the worst kitchen I have ever cooked in, isn't exactly all that. Still, Mum's happy with her new kitchen and that's the important thing. Plus she just replaced her Cuisinart thing so we get the old one. Hee!
I'm very glad it's Friday. For some reason, this four-day week has seemed longer than is reasonable. Possibly because most of my duties at work this week have been, in the vernacular, "teh suxxors". For instance, I just got a phone call from somebody who apparently wanted to talk to Ham-Fisted Editor, had been given our phone number despite the fact that HFE is almost never here, and had no clue what people wanted to talk to him about because no one had told him. Poor guy. I eventually just took his email address, realised that the name was familiar, figured out a bit too late that this was a guy that HFE wanted to serve as referee for a review we want to publish, told HFE via email what happened and left him to sort it out. (Watch it never happen. Then watch me get blamed. Just watch.) I suppose we all have bad weeks, and maybe the universe decided that, if I was going to have a bad week, at least it should be a short one.
As for the weekend, I really ought to go buy shoes. You know, proper shoes. It's not going to be warm enough to shlep around in![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dodgyhoodoo's sandals for much longer. I keep looking at HugeStompyBoots or equally stompy platform Mary Janes but at the end of the day, I can look at online pictures all I want but that doesn't tell me how the things are going to look on me. I am therefore going on a jaunt to Camden tomorrow to find me some shoes. At least it'll get me out of the house for a bit; I've become such a shut-in lately. Besides, it's not just new shoes I need. I really should pick up something else to wear. Well, depending on how much I wind up spending on the shoes... That's the problem - good shoes tend to be expensive. It's a pain.
Though I suppose I'm not doing that badly clothes-wise. Sure, my favourite denim skirt is way too loose on me now, but I do have two new T-shirts. Yep, two: my Coffee of Doom T-shirt finally arrived! So did my Devil's Panties TPB, complete with hand-done sketch and artist's signature. Jennie Breeden utterly rocks! Of course, the CoD shirt is mainly nightwear, and neither shirt is exactly suitable for work, and it's mainly new skirts and what have you that I actually need, but never mind. I'll see what strikes me. Plus I still need to find a "If You Think I'm A Bitch, You Should Meet My Mother" T-shirt for a certain third party.
I'm very glad it's Friday. For some reason, this four-day week has seemed longer than is reasonable. Possibly because most of my duties at work this week have been, in the vernacular, "teh suxxors". For instance, I just got a phone call from somebody who apparently wanted to talk to Ham-Fisted Editor, had been given our phone number despite the fact that HFE is almost never here, and had no clue what people wanted to talk to him about because no one had told him. Poor guy. I eventually just took his email address, realised that the name was familiar, figured out a bit too late that this was a guy that HFE wanted to serve as referee for a review we want to publish, told HFE via email what happened and left him to sort it out. (Watch it never happen. Then watch me get blamed. Just watch.) I suppose we all have bad weeks, and maybe the universe decided that, if I was going to have a bad week, at least it should be a short one.
As for the weekend, I really ought to go buy shoes. You know, proper shoes. It's not going to be warm enough to shlep around in
dodgyhoodoo's sandals for much longer. I keep looking at HugeStompyBoots or equally stompy platform Mary Janes but at the end of the day, I can look at online pictures all I want but that doesn't tell me how the things are going to look on me. I am therefore going on a jaunt to Camden tomorrow to find me some shoes. At least it'll get me out of the house for a bit; I've become such a shut-in lately. Besides, it's not just new shoes I need. I really should pick up something else to wear. Well, depending on how much I wind up spending on the shoes... That's the problem - good shoes tend to be expensive. It's a pain.Though I suppose I'm not doing that badly clothes-wise. Sure, my favourite denim skirt is way too loose on me now, but I do have two new T-shirts. Yep, two: my Coffee of Doom T-shirt finally arrived! So did my Devil's Panties TPB, complete with hand-done sketch and artist's signature. Jennie Breeden utterly rocks! Of course, the CoD shirt is mainly nightwear, and neither shirt is exactly suitable for work, and it's mainly new skirts and what have you that I actually need, but never mind. I'll see what strikes me. Plus I still need to find a "If You Think I'm A Bitch, You Should Meet My Mother" T-shirt for a certain third party.