delga: ([spiral] jos├ęphine finds you moronic.)

Kate Beaton, yesssssssss. "Go get your own bro!"

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I have to admit: I was not super into the idea of getting an e-reader, or a kindle. Not because I care whether or not I am reading paper or a screen - hello, avid reader of fanfic - but because I have so much tech already. Laptop! Phone! Tab! iPod! The idea of having to tote around another thing that needs to be charged, and made scratch-proof, felt like a huge effort, especially when you consider that e-readers are supposed to help you minimise baggage.

Jesus, I love my android-powered gear.

I've got two apps now, one for Amazon, and one for WHSmith, and now all my android tech doubles up as an e-reader. I bought Dorianne Laux's The Book of Men yesterday, and now I have it with me ALL. THE. TIME. I love that. I love that! I can't wait until Waterstones' app starts dealing in e-books. Then I can use my points! SO GREAT.

This doesn't change the fact that I haven't read a novel in an embarrassingly long time, or that I have a bookcase full of stuff I need to read first. But it does mean I have poetry on me all the time now, and that is awesome.

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Idiot that I am, I just signed up for Ladies Big Bang. Mostly because my Yuletide entry a couple of years ago was 10k, and that convinced me that I could probably do it again? Uh. I am the worst. Just the worst at making decisions, as this clearly shows. I am considering a few things to write about, and no-one is going to want to read them, and I probably can't do the word count, and I am a fucking moron, but it's happening.

Anyway, I expect cheerleading, guys, for fucking serious.

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Did I actually properly talk about my weekend? It was ACE. Well. Saturday was ACE. Most of Saturday was AC-- you get what I mean.

After some plan-changing, and a fucktonne of trains getting stuck one station before mine, I hopped on the first London-bound locomotive and went... London-bound. Due to the game change, I went to look for Garrick Theatre, knowing that The Ex-Flatmate and I had stumbled on it less than ten days previous, and wanting to have it in mind. I failed to find the theatre, ended up walking to Covent Garden from Leicester Square, and taking a tube back to King's Cross/St Pancras to meet The Ex-Flatmate.

Together we found the theatre (it was right. fucking. there.) then...walked to Covent Garden from Leicester Square so that she could get paella from the Plaza. It was a beautiful day, so warm and sunny. Then we went back to Garrick Theatre to see Pygmalion, in which everyone was fabulous. The sets were amazing, and Rupert Everett's voice made me melt into the seat. Kara Tointon was pretty god as Eliza, and DIANA RIGG WAS MRS HIGGINS. Gosh. THE BEST. THE BESTEST. THE MOST BEST.

Afterwards we went to my new 'local' hangout, The Essex Serpent, drank, watched the footie like real English people, and then missed our respective trains home. NICE. Whilst in the pub, I wrote a couple of postcards (as you do), and we decided that matinees are the best, because the pubs are still open afterwards. And I don't even drink all that much. True story.

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Work has been SO WEIRD this week. We are short-term employing new people? So possibly we will still have jobs? Everyone is cranky about everything? Yeah.

Fuck you, printer. There's a perfectly usable MFD one floor below. Don't think I won't sell out.

delga: ([who] 12 years & 4 psychiatrists.)

So, on Wednesday I managed to get myself packed and to the train station on time, which felt like a triumph. Headed into King's Cross, trying to work out whether or not The Ex-Flatmate was on my train or another. Eventually located her at St Pancras, and we grabbed some lunch and went and sat outside St Pancras Hotel where it was lovely out.


Afterwards we headed to the hotel to get checked in, before heading out to eat. Finally we took the tube to Leicester Square...and were super surprised to find that the theatre was right there.

Guys. GUYS. It was hysterical. I mean, super, super funny. And Much Ado About Nothing is pretty funny anyway, but the set was camped up, and a lot of the cast were dressed in Navy whites, and there were visual gags as well as the ones in the text. Tennant and Tate have bundles of chemistry, as expected, but the whole cast gelled really, really well. There is a scene where Beatrice has to call Benedict to dinner and the latter thinks the former is in love with him. Except, in this production, Tennant is pretty much covered in paint, and about a minute after she gets on stage, Tate looks up, sees him, and breaks character. It was very funny, but also really nice to know that they clearly enjoyed working together.


Afterwards we decided to go walkabout and ended up heading towards Trafalgar Square. As we walked past The National Gallery, towards the square, we passed VICTOR GARBER. ON HIS PHONE. IN A SUIT. It was like seeing spy!daddy in action; super, super weird. We made eye-contact as I tried to determine whether or not this was real life, and we just ambled past him. My friend was all, "Was that guy from Titanic?" which is not where my brain first went, but we did have a good three minutes or so of freaking out. It was GREAT. Seriously. Victor Garber. How odd.

So, yes, we ended up at the Olympic countdown clock in Trafalgar, then wandered down The Strand in search of a bar. We...did not do great. Eventually ended up at Covent Gardens where we had one drink at The Essex Serpent (a place I last frequented with [livejournal.com profile] daygloparker) whilst the staff aggressively blew out all the lit candles around us, save for the one where we were sat. Clearly eager to get home. After that we pretty much did all of the West End. Headed up to Piccadilly, and then up Regent Street. Got to Oxford Street and doubled back down the road where The Wizard of Oz is currently showing, but instead of heading back towards Piccadilly, ended up going in a different direction...that eventually led us to Soho. Nice. Also: creepy.

We ended up on Shaftsbury, where we flagged a cab and headed back to Farringdon. Whilst getting ready to go to sleep we flicked through the tv channels (nothing was on) and ended up falling asleep to what I think was Ugly Betty, but was really just too bright for us to handle.

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Next day I left Ex-Flatmate at the hotel because she was heading to Wales later that day, and I made my way to Holburn to meet [livejournal.com profile] hestia8, which I think needs to be a staple of every visit I make to The City. Had a lovely, lovely time eating cake and chatting, and dissecting the minutiae of things we have to deal with on a daily basis. Always a brilliant time.

Headed home afterwards, and made pretty good time. When the train pulled into the station, the heavens opened, and it rained so heavily I thought it was hailing (it wasn't). Despite having a brolly, the only part of me that wasn't soaked was my head. Got into the shopping centre where the bus station is, and the rain abruptly stopped. Yeah.

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Friday I popped into work to grab paperwork, then headed back to the sub-office, so although I'd been travelling since arse o'clock in the morning, I didn't actually start work until 10am. I literally got off the bus, picked up the papers, and got the next bus out five minutes later. The bus I took in would have left twenty minutes after the one I ended up getting. Exhausting! But I got to see Co-Conspirator and TC, so that was nice, and then I spent the day with my boss, and another co-worker, and I managed to get a lot done, so win-win.

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And then it was yesterday, and Hipster Who pulled a fast one on us, and six episodes of nonsense suddenly made much more sense than they had done previously. (The Space Pirates were still the worst.) I don't remember anything else that happened yesterday.

delga: ([bad cop] CRACK.)

Today is my eljayversary! SEVEN YEARS, EVERYONE.

That is madness in itself, but it also means it's been seven years since I did my AS-levels, and that is a level of mindfuckery that I am not down with.

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Today not!boss #4 actually said: "Be right back, I'm going to go Malcolm Tucker on her ass."

Oh, you crazy fen man. Try harder.

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Tomorrow evening I am going OUT. That's right, folks, I - she who is always in on a Friday night - am going out. Dinner with a friend, and then off to another friend's gig. OUT. OF THE HOUSE.

OUT.

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Ahahahaha, seven years. Uh, sorry? (Not really.)

delga: ([luther] i know you; i see you.)

At some point yesterday, whilst I was watching Avenue Q and was away from The Internet, Naya Rivera sang Amy Winehouse's Back to Black, and everything was right with the world. Excuse me whilst I run it on repeat.

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OH GOSH, GUYS. Last Friday was madness from top to toe. Work pulled a fast one on me, so that every time I tried to do something I needed to get done, there was instead post to shuffle through. Bank statements that need copying! Pass books that need to be returned recorded delivery! HUNDREDS AND HUNDRED OF QUESTIONNAIRES THAT NEEDED SCANNING. Seriously, I had 17 of those fuckers to do, and it took me two and a half hours.

Still managed to leave work a half hour early to grab a train to London where - after being held up just past Finsbury Park for a half hour - I met up with [livejournal.com profile] daygloparker. Though we were both out of our minds exhausted, she for better reasons than me, we made it to Piccadilly Circus, and a pub, and eventually the theatre. Seeing Children's Hour for the second time was a little odd for me, especially as the show I saw was in previews, and this was the penultimate performance. I liked the acting choices more, and the some of the set choices less, but it was still a very good production. I think I could watch Elisabeth Moss forever and ever.

a vague summary of events. )


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Sunday morning I nearly left my case in the room we were departing from, and then almost died trying to get to Holborn on the Central. (Everything was down. If you lived in East London that weekend? You were fucked. District was completely down. Circle was mostly down. Hammersmith and City was down from King's Cross eastbound.) Almost left my case on the train (sigh). Returned to a Fen that was not steeped in rain, but sunny, and pretty, and then finished checking over my cousin's dissertation.

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And then the week happened. Having two people share the senior position in my team is frustrating for a lot of reasons, but also results in some discrepancies in how certain things are done. Not!boss #1 is shallow, and an idiot, but the team runs smoothly enough when she is around. She gets cases checked, and reads through the inbox in a timely fashion, and handles queries that need to be handled. The downside to her is that she talks a lot of bullshit, and isn't around to finish off the work she started.

stupidity in the office. )


And, of course, the printer. Christ. THE PRINTER. I don't want to talk about it.

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Yesterday evening was a lot of fun. I really enjoyed Avenue Q, and TC is a laugh, as is the other co-worker I went with. Had a really, really good time, and TC dropped me off to the local train station...before getting lost on her way home. *headdesk* She made it, so it's all good. It was good to be able to go out after the week that the three of us had had, and it was good to be able to socialise with the people I work with a bit because I don't normally get that opportunity, living so far away. You don't need to be friends with the people you work with, but I like to get along with them because they are the only people I see with any sort of consistency. I made the mistake of befriending all the foreign students at my university, and so they have all gone home now. TC is seven years older than me, married, with a child, and so, so together, but she's the one who will email me when we haven't been in the same office all week, and try to convince me to give in to Justin Bieber's allure (um: no), or ask me if I've seen the latest Glee, or some other nonsense, and it's just nice. The average age in my office is 50, and that's only because I skew that average down. I get on with people who are older than me, I do! But, jesus, sometimes I need to talk about Mad Men like dying, and they're all buzzing about the footie, or The Apprentice, or whatever, whatever, whatever, give me strength.

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And then I made the mistake of watching Bones on my commute yesterday, and burst into tears, at which point my extravagantly-coiffured travelling companion (aka the woman who sits next to me most days for no reasons other than habit) got super concerned, and I couldn't explain that everything was okay and this stupid show was wrecking my face.

On the bus. That is shaming.

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This weekend: Engrenages, saison trois. AGGRESSIVE FRENCH LESBIANS. GIVE THEM TO ME.

delga: ([bones] make it better.)

My plans this week involve watching Fringe and then continuing my catch up of Bones via Cam's many wonderful dresses. But then I realised I need to do late!Christmas, and also take pictures of the ducks, and also send some postcards (which I just found; I am the worst) so possibly it's going to be busier than I initially suspected. Also, Baby Cousin decided she wanted to stay over tonight, so there's that, too.

And, ahaha, I keep forgetting that job application. God. Okay, will start that now whilst waiting for Fringe.

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The week in work has been ridiculous because about half-way through I sort of flipped my shit over my commute situation. But then I rallied! No more half-day commute on Fridays because I'll be working from the sub office all day, which helps with my hours, and other things.

Also, my boss continues to be great, and I didn't even spill that I am a nutjob! FIVE STARS, SELF.

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I want to see True Grit when it comes to the UK, but tumblr may have shown me every single shot from the movie before that happens.

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Things I do not watch any more but am still invested in: Glee's cheerleading lesbians! It has been a week of HIGH EMOTION and MUCH STRESS and other capitalised things which basically sum up in, fuck me, I love Naya Rivera and Heather Morris. A ridiculous amount! An...unhealthy amount! I. Yes. That's pretty much all I have to say.

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There have been some Sherlock spoilers that have me throwing my arms up in yay, and also Being Human is back tomorrow night! Fantastic.

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I can't find my CV? It was here last week! Probably it is on the external drive BUT STILL. An inconvenience! WHERE ARE-- ooh, cheesecake!

delga: ([weeds] it is tough being a girl.)

Somewhere in the interim, I forgot I had poems to post here. Oh, tumblr.

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Guys, Christmas happened! So, on Friday I had to brave town for essentials such as PYJAMAS (capitalised because I bought an amazing pair at a discounted rate, booyah) and A Nice Thing for Christmas Day. Then I had to wrap shit, and clean my room, and fold clothes (...um. My sister mostly did the latter) AND THEN IT WAS CHRISTMAS.

Went to Uncle #6's house; cousin made some mulled wine. Baby Cousin hung around past her bedtime and then was excited because she'd left out mince pies and a carrot and what have you. IT WAS GREAT. Cousins ate the pies; Sister make teeth mark in the carrot; I wrote a letter from Santa in my middling cursive. Chatted a lot aboout nothing specific - it transpires that one of my cousin brothers has a jumpsuit to wear around in the house. I— I mocked him. A lot. I was like, it's basically a onesie, dude, and he did't get why everyone was laughing. A onesie with grip marks on the soles. Yeah. In age-old tradition, came home at around 11, drank Baileys, stayed up til 7am talking about everything, and then had to do Christmas Day.

(...ahaha, and that was her on the phone. Another cousin has ditched on NYE plans, so girl is one her onesome. She might turn up! Hope so because otherwise it's just me, the immediates, and Jools Holland. Again.)

Christmas Day started off moody, but I gave my YT gift a once-over (it is so great; recs soon) and got into the mood once people stopped asking me about food and started plying me with drink. Santa brought Baby Cousin a Wii, so that day got eaten by that until we opened up the Jenga. Presents happened (I got some random stuff this year; mostly proof that no-one has any idea what I am into, but it was lovely giftage all the same), and crackers, and then I spent about half an hour trying to explain to Uncle #4 why the words 'sheet' and 'shit' do not sound the same in English. That was...interesting. I honestly sat that and made him say 'shit' over and over again. I just— it, hit, sh-, shit; eat, heat, sh-, sheet. And repeat.

Went home, played blackjack until 1am; accidentally stayed up until 2.30am, then started coughing so badly that I didn't sleep properly.

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Boxing Day: worked in the shop for six hours; everyone left. This is also the day when [livejournal.com profile] daygloparker's plans - and subsequently mine for Tuesday - got shitcanned due to some serious snowfuckery in the States. (UGH. LADY. SO SO SAD OF FACE. Am saving pennies for a trip, I am, I am.) After having two days of absolute madness, felt a bit like day-old undies. Was disappointed by the lack of wine.

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It was good having two days off after that to just pull myself together and prepare for the rest of the week. I've been working from the suboffice, so I get in about 7.30, and leave just after 3.30. The building closes at 3 tomorrow, so I could be home by 4.30, holy damn. Pretty much I have no plans, which I am more than okay with, and more than used to, and I might just marathon a few films. Any other Friday night, frankly.

Work has been an odd boring and contented because we're doing paper checks (checking info has been properly scanned to the system; yaaaaaaawn) but I'm with admin people, and I don't have any commute stress. Am going to miss it when 2011 starts up proper.

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Guys, I hope your break time was similarly great! I have a handful of Christmas things to send out still, a) because I do not write Christmas cards, and b) because a lot of stuff is still in transit to me. But everyone enjoys belated gifts, I know, so: happies yet to come.

Plus: I found my letter jotter! As I bombed spectacularly on the postcard exchange last year, I am...trying again? Or something.

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Finally: have booked my rooms in London for the plays I'm going to see January-end and March-top. EXCELLENT.

delga: ([Buzzcocks] SATSUMA LA ROUX!)

I honestly am going to post more than once every ten days - and with things of substance, like those 5 days I just had off, thank you Bank Holidays - but, shit, it is 6.30a, and I have to leave for work. Plus side: this week I am working three days, all from subsidiary office, and on Friday we get to leave at 3.30p 3pm, sanctioned from on high, holy cow.

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Oh shit, Yuletide. Guys. Considering my own lacklustre efforts, I was OVERWHELMED by my giftage this year. Actual recs later, but basically: an amazing, amazing, amazing King Arthur fic, and two Madness offerings, one for Spooks, and one for Weeds. All three were pretty much everything I wanted. HOW SO LUCKY? I don't know. My givers were fucking great.

delga: ([bad cop] THERE ARE MANY COPIES.)

I fucked up the use of the subjunctive in a team-wide email on Friday, and I am still pissed off about it. No-one will have noticed, but I know that I got it wrong, and it's irritated me since I hit send. And this, ladies, is why my life is difficult: because I tend not to make things easy for myself.

But seriously: the fucking subjunctive. Fuck.

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I need to stop off at the suboffice first thing tomorrow to pick up the paperwork I dumped there on Friday afternoon, and then it's another week of whatevering and trying to get things done. work etc. )


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Merlin was delightful! Richard Wilson's face is brilliant, and whilst the humour was exactly what you'd expect, it was also much, much better than the troll episodes from last season. Everything was brilliant. Oh show.

delga: ([merlin] what flowers these.)

My Merlin fanaticism is not improving any with the approach of the new season. All this week there have been pictures of the cast out and about, and I've been reading the Big Bang fics that are apparently storming the gate, and, and, and, shut up, I am kind of in over my head with this stupid, stupid show. (I saw another trailer yesterday, even though I have been avoiding them, and I lost my mind with excitement. Oh, Saturday evening, you are a long way off!)

In the meantime, I don't care who you are, please watch this video of Bradley James laughing at an inappropriate juncture whilst on The One Show yesterday.

Related: I have taken to reading WIPs (terrible, terrible idea; did I not learn?!) so now my daily routine involves going over links I've bookmarked to see if they have been updated. One of the fics actually ended yesterday and I felt lost. WHAT DO I DO NOW? Oh, yes, check all the other ones.

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The water has been turned off in the house because of some sort of leak from one of the bathrooms. I-- this morning has been so weird. Thankfully I showered last night, and The Dad has drawn buckets of water, so I was able to wash off sleep this morning. I had a moment there when I realised the things I take for granted. It is too early to be this humbled!

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Back to work today. My foot is still playing up! Oh, wait. Right, so, on Tuesday I busted my left ankle. Remember I did something similar - or rather, exactly the same - to my right ankle during uni? Yeah: still hurts like a fucker. This time isn't so bad as the last (the step I twisted it on was not so deep) but the outer edge of my foot is bruised and blue, and my foot won't stop swelling. SIGH. I know it's my own fault that after 20-odd years I still don't really know how to walk (seriously: I am forever twisting my ankles, but it's only really a problem when my feet try to align themselves at right angles to my legs) but guuuuuys, it huuuuurrrrrrts.

delga: ([weeds] it is tough being a girl.)

This week is all over the place. I've been back at work for two days - one at each office - and already I feel a little-- not overwhelmed. Just. Fuck, you should have seen my in tray. Sub office tomorrow, again, this time for training. Hoping to get some contracts done in the morning. Who knows. Today one of my co-workers spilt her tea and wrecked a PC. Like. I didn't know that happened outside bad English sitcoms.

And then, on the train, I was accosted by this Pakistani woman whose life story I now know. She was very, very sweet, and seems to be having a hard time, but she did have the time to tell me that I need to take care of my skin if I'm looking for a husband. Good thing I'm not, eh?

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Ahahahaha, Weeds. There were parts of this week's that I had to skip (fuck, Andy, CUT IT OUT) but still: love. This. Show. Random fascination with Hunter Parish's fucking jawline has yet to dissipate. I am finding it upsetting.

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I have The Weepies' new album! It is the loveliest, d'aw.

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Tomorrow, The Sister and I are going out for pre-uni dinner with [livejournal.com profile] rv_icons, and I anticipate great lols. Also, last week I was in Edinburgh, and this still isn't the post where I talk about that!

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Ficathon fic: not written, of course. I should work on that.

delga: ([weeds] it is tough being a girl.)

It is five minutes before I have to leave so obviously now is the perfect time to write an entry. JESUS THIS WEEK HAS BEEN LONG. It didn't help that I spent all of Tuesday thinking it was Wednesday, and then had to live through Wednesday too. My Boy Cousins are the loveliest but my evenings have been eaten up a bit by them and by...stuff. My long quest to fandomtime has been continually beset by problems. Last night we played whist (I am not great at whist) and then that blackjack variation (we call it 21; some people call it twist?) that I love.

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Things I bought yesterday: two pairs of shoes and two alice bands. I look amazing today, I am just saying.

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Thankfully the week is almost over. employment. )


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Saw an apartment. Am tempted.

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And now I have to leave. By the way, the poll was a way of picking a prompt from the Spooks ficathon. You guys helpfully picked the craziest one available.

delga: ([Random] ...the TORNADO!)

Hurrah, I have Friday off! I have made plans and then I have to write my femgen entry because Saturday is the deadline. Oh well. I do sort-of have somewhere to go with it now. If I would just write it on my commute things would be easier.

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Remember the Boy Cousins? They're on summer break now and will be visiting from Sunday onwards. This time I won't be shepherding (my state of employ, natch) but it's still two extra bodies in the house. Also, J is now 16, so I'm wondering if that's going to change things. I think he's still pretty good natured; last I saw him was April/March so I think that's true. Anyway, The Sister will be looking after them.

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I am really tired today. Oh god. My worry about missing the earlier bus is always different. Yesterday I wasn't worried; this morning I am freaking out.

I have a lot of contract work to get done today, which is fine, and we have NEW PRINTERS FUCK YES, but referrals will eat up the morning (last day of doing those; being taken off my hands!) and then other things will come up throughout the day. I know that's the reality of working in an office, and also of being the primary point of contact for a team, but it's still frustrating when you need to get things done. I have ~40 contracts that I need to photocopy, scan, and return, but I just can't free up time long enough to get them done. And I'm taking flexi on Friday. So. Glutton for punishment.

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There was other stuff but I forgot? Oh god, I need to finish getting ready. My hair is not going to do me any favours today.

delga: ([csi:ny] mad as hell.)

The weirdest thing happened. The clock in my room is mains operated, and runs 50 minutes fast. I've just adapted to the time difference, so my alarm says its goes off at 5.45a but it actually goes off at 4.55a. That's...that's just how it is. But if the electricity spikes for whatever reason, the switch trips, and boom - there goes my clock, there goes my alarm, there goes my reason to wake up and be on time.

The switch tripped this morning. I woke at 5.30a and managed to reset the clock and alarm.

However: the rents are fast asleep. The Sister is fast asleep. There is absolutely no breeze outside. How did I wake up? Someone deliberately opened the door to my room, stood there for a couple minutes, then closed the door. WHO. WHO DID THIS. THERE IS NO-ONE ELSE IN THE HOUSE. I thought maybe it was The Dad, and then looked over to the clock to see what the time was - then jumped out of bed realising the clocks were fucked. But. The Dad is asleep. Right now! He is asleep! And yes, my door has been known to swing shut when a certain pattern of windows are open in the house except: it was already fully shut, and the thing that woke me was the sound of the handle turning. GUYS. GUYS. WHAT IS GOING ON.

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Yesterday was a mess. The day was thrown by the briefing session because LL came in especially for it (whereas she normally doesn't work Wednesdays and Thursdays). This meant my boss had to sit at my desk when she came in (for a meeting) because LL's was occupied, which meant I couldn't actually sit down and get things done as soon as I got in, or when I got back from the briefing (I did have time for about an hour and a half whilst she was in the meeting). Then I had to go over my travel form again. I think we're claiming incorrectly, but fuck it; the benefits department aren't doing their maths right anyway, it turns out. Had this moment of surreality when my boss was calling them for advice, and then I turned around and realise the sit behind us and I could hear both sides of the phone call. The guy was spectacularly unhelpful.

We also have the use of three printers in the office. Two are communal and can be used to fax and photocopy, as well as print. They regularly break down and get jammed, and then you spend half an hour trying to unjam the damn thing and get toner all over the place, only for it to break again after it's done your print and is trying to do the next person's. I can here that infernal BEEP-BEEP from all the way across the other side of the office and I just know that fucker is jammed. Sometime it's just temperamental; mostly it's that people are stupid and put the paper in the tray in the wrong direction. Even though it is labelled. The toner on the second printer is terrible, as is the print quality. We've been hearing about new MFDs for months, but no joy.

We also have a small laser jet printer that my team uses. It has headed paper in it, but doesn't automatically duplex (you have to stand there, open the manual feed, and then slide in single sheets because multiple ones get jammed). It's a good printer, and we only have hassle when some idiot from the team that sits behind it yanks the network cord. But lately it has been printing things out of alignment for no reason. Just cutting off swathes of text from the right-hand side of the page! For no discernible reason! ???? Why. is. this. my. life.

Then, yesterday, it turned out it is also low on toner. Can I find the spare toner? Of course not. That would be a Christmas miracle and it is only July-end.

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And then. Oh boy. Let's talk about my commute, shall we? My train didn't pick up speed for three minutes so I knew - I freaking knew - that the bus would have left by the time I got to the station. I was right. I decided not to run for the second stop because a) it was damn humid, even at 7.30a, and b) the buses normally drive straight past that stop, not even paying attention. So I waited for the 7.50 bus thinking it would be okay because now that summer break has started, the A14 is relatively easy going in the morning.

We got into a crash, basically.

I don't know who was in the wrong - the bus driver, or the woman in the little car. From what people who could see where saying: it was the woman in the little car. (The bus driver was also a woman.) We spent 20 minutes there whilst they swapped insurance details or whatever, and then hit St Ives traffic. Of course. Thankfully the A14 and Girton were clear so not as late as we could have been.

In the evening, I left work to take the 5.00p bus. I waited. I waited. I waited. On the other side of the road we could see 55's coming in from the other direction. Three went into town, none came out. At 5.40p the 55 deigned to show up. Why exactly does Stagecoach run a single-decker at peak time? Why? How is that sensible? Got onto a crowded single-decker, then had to stand the first half hour because, naturally, we hit peak time traffic on the A14 and also, the journey is about 14miles anyway. Finally got a seat, slowly wended our way through St Ives and then through Hunts, and it became hugely apparent that I was going to miss both the trains I usually catch. We stopped at the Hunts bus station - even though the bus is supposed to take me through to the station - and wasted ten minutes there as the bus driver conferred with another bus driver about where a third driver was. I then got moved to another bus which took me to the station. Then I had to call and beg The Mother for a lift home because I had missed the bus at home end - yes, the one time it chose to be on time, naturally, is when I was late - and because the buses only run once an hour at that time of night. The Mother was Not Pleased. I was fucking furious. IT IS TOO HOT FOR SHENANIGANS, GUYS.

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Remember that horrific story about the lesbian who got banned from attending her prom? Or rather, got tricked into attending an alternate prom? Well, she got her pay out. On the one hand, I'm glad the court recognised how she was wronged in this case. On the other hand, I'm sure that money will really make up for the homophobia she experienced. A better response, I think, would have been money and some sort of fucking community service on the part of the assholes who thought it would be a great idea to victimise her in this way, but for whatever reason, it wasn't deemed a crime which is supreme bullshit.

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Hopefully today will be productive. One can live and hope. Fuck me, I cannot be asked to get on a bus this morning.

delga: ([merlin] your good & fertile mind.)

Harvest feels so early this year, but then I realised the kids break for summer today, and it's a couple weeks until August, so whilst it's a tiny bit early, it's not that different to what it should be. The weather has yielded craziness this year. Last year, and the year before, harvest felt late; the rain pushed everything and wrecked most of the yield. This year everything has been in bloom at odd times.

Anyway, they cleared the field beyond our street in, like, a day and a half! That almost never happens.

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Today I'm going to put on deodorant and then moisturise in the hopes that this will solve my one-two problem of deodorant drying my skin out like crazy, but sweat irritating my skin. Every day is a wild ride in experimentation for me, guys.

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Lol, I got, like, six (!) texts last night telling me (kindly) to stop being a paranoid idiot. I guess I didn't need to make any apologies? Well. Good.

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It is a gorgeous morning, but it's going to be so hot. I spent the commute yesterday brushing thunderbugs off my face. I hate that!

At 11am today there is a Services briefing. Holy cow, the Barbican better be air conditioned or I am not fucking going. It is too hot for corporate bullshit today.

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[livejournal.com profile] inoue130 is the loveliest, loveliest person. I came home to a surprise package full of lovely things - notepaper, a pen, some really beautiful natural soaps, and more. And every single thing in said package had meaning and was thought about and I nearly cried like a baby. Thank you, girl, I really, really appreciate it - both the gifts and the time that went into collating them. They are perfect. And you are marvellous!

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I should take my netbook to work with me today otherwise I will never get femgen written. Or I could take an A4 pad, I guess. But that won't fit in my handbag.

I am worried about femgen because normally, with a prompt and a deadline, I can get myself to write. But I have no want any more. I haven't read a book in months. I wonder if it's tiredness or laziness, and I think it is probably the latter.

Anyway, if I ever get this written, I will be scouting for a beta. Please bear that in mind.

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!!!!! Tags are different! And less convenient in their differentness! Why can't I hit tab and enter?! What is this tomfoolery.

Oh, wait, I can. What-- why? It is too early for confusion.

delga: ([c. minds] Reid's evil twin theory.)

So, I locked down last night's post because there are ways of venting, and there are ways of venting, and being arrogant on the internet - albeit in the comfort of friendslock - is probably the least smart way of going about a thing. I am still cranky about goings on, but as they're actually RL issues and not internet issues, I've got other places I can bitch about them.

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I just had to chase a wasp out of my room! It is a dull, muggy 6am; I am not prepared for this kind of malarkeying right now! I'm having the same issue I always have, which is that the wasps are burrowing through the brickwork in the bay window. It's not so bad - one a day? - but I am out of wasp spray, and in general it's just bloody annoying.

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This morning I am deliberately going to take the second bus because I need to drop off my expense forms at the suboffice for my Line Manager to sign so she can bring them with her when she comes to our end tomorrow.

This is no scandal; I am not claiming for a moat. I am claiming 20% my public transport costs which is actually really annoying to explain to the Benefits Dept because, of course, I use one bus ticket across the county, but my bus journeys are separated by a train journey. Also, my season tickets swap out a week before the end of the claims period. I have attached a boatload of receipts, but fuck, I hope I don't have to actually calculate a daily amount because that is bullshit and I do not have that sort of time.

Later this week there's going to be another Services briefing where the Big Boss of our section of the LGA explains when we all lose our jobs, basically. Well, no, the briefing is a face-to-face update about an ongoing merger, but potential job loss is obviously the part anyone properly cares about.

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Quasi-relatedly: why does the morning's commute seem shorter than the evening's one? I think the answer is that the evening's commute is longer because I have to wait a half hour for the bus home. Je suis frustrate.

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Oh, Spooks. I love you! And also tumblr. Was looking back through earlier tumblr posts for Merlin-related stuff, actually) and found a short spiel of Ros meta. Because that's how I roll. BOXES INSIDE BOXES. Oh, femgen, you should be so easy! (Still nought for nought on that count.)

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delga: ([spooks] lion-hearted girl.)

I am still trying to write my femgen entry, and I am still exactly zero words into my count. I decided that I should brush up on recent Spooks in order to kick-start the writing process (I wrote Ziva/NCIS last time and I am just not there enough to do it again; also, someone wrote post-Somalia Ziva fic and it made me cry, so) and so I spent the weekend having a Rosnaissance. As one does.


Plus side: my head is full! Minus side: it is all meta and no fic. WHYYYYYY etc.

I am a ridiculous human being.

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Speaking of Spooks, I have two podfics to post. Um. Eventually. And also I am trying to do A Thing but I am being hampered a) by femgen and b) by my inherent laziness. So. Look out for this Extremely Vague Business! Or not!

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We went out to eat last night because my sister wanted to eat duck. Nice place, but I'm not into Chinese food anyway, and it turns out that no-one in this family knows how to carry a conversation if my sister and I aren't actively pursuing it. That is not only depressing but really fucking typical. I mean, seriously, if we're not starting a conversation, our rents should really be able to pick up the slack. Did not happen. Awkward.

On the other hand: bought the first two volumes of Hipster Who for The Sister as her birthday present. I would have bought the whole season but it's not available yet. Whatever. That's Christmas nailed, eh?

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Part of my work involves sending questionnaires out to the elderly in relation to their finances. This goes about as well as can be expected, but on Friday we got a really, really upsetting response. more. )


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Annnnnd I still haven't got a clue what I'm going to write for femgen! Most excellent.

delga: ([Random] omg it's saffron burrows!)

Ahhhh, London trip tomorrow. Cousin's daughter can't make it now, but the two extra tickets may be going to someone else, so, whatever. A lot of excitement, and a speck of pettiness, but whatever. London trip tomorrow! I plan on having ~shenanigans.

Oh god, I should probably pack. And shave my legs. Social things require so much effort.

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Spent half the day at Cambridge today, then trekked to Huntingdon to pass the afternoon. Got about half through what I was supposed to be doing and then Boss Lady decided it was time to move people's desks around. Then spent an hour or so unplugging computers, moving things around, and then sorting out monitors and hardware installation. This sounds boring but was actually lolarious. Love going to the suboffice, especially on days like today when the people who are there are all awesome.

I have actually been fucking busy this week, and also getting things done. My contracts tray is slowly emptying but I fear my backlog of scanning. Dead people! Why did you all die so close together?! My co-worker, LL, and I have decided to start doing something about our filing system even though I was told to hold off, but whatever. We need the space, and I have decided to do it anyway. We have given the proceedings an operation codename. Badass.

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Things I discovered today that people have known for ages: the Hanson brothers still exist! Huh.

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The Long Blondes! Goddamn, I loved you.

delga: ([glee] monstrous personality.)

I still resent my commute! Especially since I got home at 2000hrs last night. Note: I left work at 1700hrs. Yeah. I mean, sure, if you want to rationalise it, that's 'only' a half hour longer than usual but I go to sleep at 2200 so fuck everything. I would care less if this 2.5-3 hour stretch was constant journeying but at least 45 minutes was just waiting around for the bus to show up. Then the bus driver missed my stop on the way back and I had to a) yell at him to get his attention, what the fuck, why are you daydreaming whilst driving a double-decker bus?? and b) he dropped me off at the side of the A15. The A15 being, you know, a proper actual road where cars constantly zoom past, there are no pavements, and people die. Yeah, I was thrilled.

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My office has the WORST ventilation. Shoddy. And the AC doesn't work. And it is not as hot as it probably is in other countries, but it is stifling, and exhausting, and my skin hates this heat. My face is not doing well with this weather!

Anyway: argh, argh, etc.

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London this weekend, with cousins. Oh girls. <3

delga: ([life] my name is dani.)

Boo hoo hoo, woe is me, etc. etc. Done? Excellent. That shit was getting old.

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Today is the appraisal. No, I am still not done writing it up, but whatever. There are whole swathes of stupid questions I just don't have an answer for. Like, that 'potential' one I mentioned last night. Things that are hindering my potential are my inability to consistently give a shit, but that's not really something I can put down. Also, customers keep calling! With queries! And they expect answers! GOD WHAT KIND OF WORLD IS THIS. How fucking distracting! So, yeah. The way things are in the public sector at the moment, I am probably going to get fired anyway. In this way, my tag should probably read '(but not for long)'.

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Tonight I am going to sit down and hopefully watch the three last ever episodes of Saving Grace. Then I am going to curl up and cry and cry and cry. I enjoy making plans.

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Awesome Ladies Ficathon! This has been running since the 20th but I only found out this morning, but now that I know, consider this a pimp out.

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Obligatory Mads Mikkelsen mention: I have recently taken to watching a clip of Vildspor (also featuring Nikolaj Coster-Waldau) over and over again, in which Mikkelsen and Coster-Waldau get horrifically wasted. Then they walk drunkenly down a street and sing a song that...seriously, what is that song? Anyway, this is just to say that at the beginning of the clip, I am totally into Mikkelsen's look. I AM JUST SAYING.

Oh god, I need to be less obsessed.

No, I still have't managed to find time for Valhalla Rising. I know, I know, I'm such a slacker.

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This podfic I am trying to edit - I still have another to record! - is taking a long time. And it is awkward, listening to yourself! I am not great at this reading out loud business.

delga: ([glee] monstrous personality.)

We are not talking about yesterday!

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Don't you hate it when you buy a box, and it is the perfect size, and then you buy something else to go in said box which means the box is not the perfect size any more? No? Just me then.

Anyway, this thing happened with boxes, and now it's annoying.

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Annual Postcard Exchange. I send you one; you, sometime, send me one! (Comments are screened over yonder.)

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I have never taken Lost seriously in that I get a kick out of just how insane it is, but guys, I had ~issues with this week's episode. Massive issues! Why do I even care at this point in the game, when I haven't up until now? SIGH.

Also, I once again skipped most of Glee (embarrassing! I can't deal with it) but I did love a) everything that is Quinn Fabray (where. is. she. living?) and b) the closing number. Terrible ballet! Excellent.

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I have been mini-marathoning Fringe in an attempt to catch up before season end. That is likely not going to happen, but I still love this show! Mostly I love ASTRID MOTHERFUCKING FARNSWORTH and Walter Bishop (plus handwriting) but I am also quite fond of Olivia and also any episode that features Sam Weiss.

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In an hour I will either be dying on the direct, or dying on the platform having just missed the direct by a stretch of knicker elastic. And that's life, folks.

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Things that I have argued about at work this week: my remit within the office; alphabetising the filing system; pens; plastic wallets. I-- this is my life! How! Is! This! My! Life! Alphabetising, for god's sake. As in: which way around the alphabet works! AS IN AN ACTUAL NEAR-ANGER ARGUMENT ABOUT THIS DAMN TOPIC.

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Now I have to try and squish things into a box that is too small for the sum of its contents. Good morning, y'all.

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