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Oct. 14th, 2009 12:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolI am Not Dead Yet, surprisingly enough. I am on my first day off in eight days, in fact, which I have thus far celebrating by sleeping for twelve hours and checking my e-mail. I'm just that rock and roll, you see. Later I am going to clean the house, watch Star Trek, and then I will probably just go back to bed, as I have work tomorrow. No rest for the wicked, really.
(I am really fed up with work, at the moment. Between head office being basically indecisive pricks, me doing All The Holiday Cover In The World and dealing with Tosspot, who is hopefully getting a bollocking as I speak due to my rallying staff politics around me with the aid of baked goods; he was unprofessional in the extreme a few times, and other staff reported it to the manager when she came back from holiday. Combined with the fact he has been proved to have Not Done Anything this is going to go hilariously bad when I have to actually spend time with him on Friday, but hey ho. I WIN AT STAFF POLITICS, TOSSPOT. ALL SHALL LOVE ME AND DESPAIR! I hope he is not better at ginger biscuits than me.)
Um, yes. I don't really have much to update about, to be honest, other than that I am working a lot and desptie the best attempts of the general public it hasn't killed me. I have the whole weekend off, too, during which Richie will be coming to see me. This is obviously A Good Thing and the people I know here are being really rather sweet about wanting to meet him, and my parents are being astonishingly rational about the whole thing. The problem is that I'm not exactly pleased as punch to be living here, and, well, I live with three smokers and a dog that sheds in a way that can only be described as 'epic'. This, you see, is why I will be spending today and tomorrow night Frebreezing things like a madwoman, as well as cleaning within an inch of my life, and hopefully all will be marginally more acceptable. There is nothing I can do to improve Ormskirk as a whole in two days, so I shall just have to let the nightlife speak for itself.
Right, time for a shower, laundry, some lunch and then an orgy of cleaning, followed hopefully by some DS9. I am just that cool.
Also! I have sold the Devil Car! A man came around yesterday and bought it for scrap! He paid me money and everything! Not a lot, but to be honest I thought I would have to give him some cash. So the car is off the driveway and now it's a race to get a new one. Thank bloody god for that. According to my insurance certificate, I owned the bloody thing for exactly a year, which is about a year too long, frankly.
(I am really fed up with work, at the moment. Between head office being basically indecisive pricks, me doing All The Holiday Cover In The World and dealing with Tosspot, who is hopefully getting a bollocking as I speak due to my rallying staff politics around me with the aid of baked goods; he was unprofessional in the extreme a few times, and other staff reported it to the manager when she came back from holiday. Combined with the fact he has been proved to have Not Done Anything this is going to go hilariously bad when I have to actually spend time with him on Friday, but hey ho. I WIN AT STAFF POLITICS, TOSSPOT. ALL SHALL LOVE ME AND DESPAIR! I hope he is not better at ginger biscuits than me.)
Um, yes. I don't really have much to update about, to be honest, other than that I am working a lot and desptie the best attempts of the general public it hasn't killed me. I have the whole weekend off, too, during which Richie will be coming to see me. This is obviously A Good Thing and the people I know here are being really rather sweet about wanting to meet him, and my parents are being astonishingly rational about the whole thing. The problem is that I'm not exactly pleased as punch to be living here, and, well, I live with three smokers and a dog that sheds in a way that can only be described as 'epic'. This, you see, is why I will be spending today and tomorrow night Frebreezing things like a madwoman, as well as cleaning within an inch of my life, and hopefully all will be marginally more acceptable. There is nothing I can do to improve Ormskirk as a whole in two days, so I shall just have to let the nightlife speak for itself.
Right, time for a shower, laundry, some lunch and then an orgy of cleaning, followed hopefully by some DS9. I am just that cool.
Also! I have sold the Devil Car! A man came around yesterday and bought it for scrap! He paid me money and everything! Not a lot, but to be honest I thought I would have to give him some cash. So the car is off the driveway and now it's a race to get a new one. Thank bloody god for that. According to my insurance certificate, I owned the bloody thing for exactly a year, which is about a year too long, frankly.
