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Jan. 12th, 2005 11:17 amToday, I am once again at college and listening to weather reports with something approaching naked fear. "60,000 homes without power in Scotland! Drivers in Scotland dead!" Colleen moving to Scotland in eight months! Colleen panicking!
The weather around here is pretty brutal as well, admittingly. The wind was like a knife this morning, and I am so glad I decided to wear my warm winter coat that I had invested in for America. It is long, swooshy and makes me feel a little bit TEH GAWTH which is always a bonus. This is despite the fact I am also wearing a rather unattractive blue jumper with weird pink bits on the edges. Never mind.
So, my life. I wanted to come on and rant about work, actually. In their wisdom, we no longer ask for someone to come and get a code via Customer Services. Oh no, we go DIRECTLY. We have a little radio, microphone for the badge, earphones (for the right ear, the one with FOUR STUDS in it but I can't complain since am only technically suppposed to wear one) and a list of who is on shift. We then proceed to call over the microphone who we need.
This is fucked up. I am so not technologically able and I look like a total tit with the earpiece. Work is Teh Suck.
However, tonight I am going out with Clare! Unusually, I didn't have my phone turned off today and it started to sleep during English. Fran was bored, so were we (most of the class were off doing history resits) so instead of the usual "Turn in off..." I was under instructions to describe the text message.
"Who's it from?"
"Probably my mum, knowing my luck... ah. Erm..."
Well, it made English a diversion.
I had a very weird dream last night. (This post just jumps around...) It involved Leonardo DiCaprio. I was the premiere of The Aviator, and he was very sad because no one was watching it probably. So I gave him a hug and we went out for pizza while I comforted him. It was very, very odd.
And now I am in a free period, stoically ignoring my big book o' history I've bought in (I adore this textbook though, which is very sad, I realise) and nancing around on LJ. Such is life. Apologies for the somewhat schizoid amnner of my posts recently, as I am swooping around like a crazy woman, between depression and misery to a sort of "Wheeeee! Failure! I LOVE LIFE!" type of attitude. I do thank you for bearing with me.
~Hathy_Col~
The weather around here is pretty brutal as well, admittingly. The wind was like a knife this morning, and I am so glad I decided to wear my warm winter coat that I had invested in for America. It is long, swooshy and makes me feel a little bit TEH GAWTH which is always a bonus. This is despite the fact I am also wearing a rather unattractive blue jumper with weird pink bits on the edges. Never mind.
So, my life. I wanted to come on and rant about work, actually. In their wisdom, we no longer ask for someone to come and get a code via Customer Services. Oh no, we go DIRECTLY. We have a little radio, microphone for the badge, earphones (for the right ear, the one with FOUR STUDS in it but I can't complain since am only technically suppposed to wear one) and a list of who is on shift. We then proceed to call over the microphone who we need.
This is fucked up. I am so not technologically able and I look like a total tit with the earpiece. Work is Teh Suck.
However, tonight I am going out with Clare! Unusually, I didn't have my phone turned off today and it started to sleep during English. Fran was bored, so were we (most of the class were off doing history resits) so instead of the usual "Turn in off..." I was under instructions to describe the text message.
"Who's it from?"
"Probably my mum, knowing my luck... ah. Erm..."
Well, it made English a diversion.
I had a very weird dream last night. (This post just jumps around...) It involved Leonardo DiCaprio. I was the premiere of The Aviator, and he was very sad because no one was watching it probably. So I gave him a hug and we went out for pizza while I comforted him. It was very, very odd.
And now I am in a free period, stoically ignoring my big book o' history I've bought in (I adore this textbook though, which is very sad, I realise) and nancing around on LJ. Such is life. Apologies for the somewhat schizoid amnner of my posts recently, as I am swooping around like a crazy woman, between depression and misery to a sort of "Wheeeee! Failure! I LOVE LIFE!" type of attitude. I do thank you for bearing with me.
~Hathy_Col~
