teylaminh: (Derren Brown - blank)
So much for updating once a month. Actually, this might not be such a little update after all. :P

Work Stuff )

That was basically the long version of my Twitter rants lately. I also need to do a health update, though I put most of this on Facebook already.

Health )

In other, slightly more exciting health-related news... on 28th February I went to get my daith pierced. I had been intending to get it done for some time, but finally bit the bullet thanks to my colleague and our line manager deciding to get theirs done. One of our East colleagues had it done specifically for medicinal purposes and confirmed the magic, migraine-healing properties, so we figured we had nothing to lose and all booked Tuesday afternoon off to go and get it done.

My migraines have been getting worse lately - more frequent and occasionally more intense, and painkillers do nothing to relieve them. £30 for a daith piercing seemed a small price to pay if it actually worked.

You're supposed to pierce the side where you get migraines; mine tend to occur on both sides (when I get a three-day migraine they start on one side and migrate to the other by the third day) but I went for my left ear as on Saturday I had a bit of a migraine on that side.

This will sound crazy, but about an hour after getting it done it felt as though there was less pressure in the left side of my head. I hadn't even noticed there was pressure at all until it was gone. The ultimate litmus test, I guess, was actually the day after (yesterday) as we had to attend a funeral (Lynn, Andrea's [Paul's sister-in-law] mother, a lovely lady who we last saw at Christmas). This was an understandably stressful and upsetting day (we were both fine until we saw Andrea in pieces and that set us both off; she's one of the strongest people I know and it was awful seeing her so broken), though for me my reasons for being upset were somewhat more selfish: basically, I miss my mum. Obviously, I have come to terms with the emigration, but sometimes it just hits me like a punch in the face.

(It's also likely I've become That Person who cries at funerals. And weddings.)

(Also, the wake was lovely - the family pulled the stops out to cater for everyone and I think Lynn would have been proud of their bravery and resilience. Unfortunately, I ran out of spoons pretty rapidly because Paul's dad (Brian) is hard work at the best of times, and it didn't help that his opening comment was regarding the piano - he and his other half had given Noel and Helen a lift to the funeral and she'd told him that they wanted to decorate the room where she's kindly storing the piano for me, so Brian's first comment was that we had to move it or it would be "going on the scrap heap". Admittedly, he isn't aware of all the drama surrounding the piano issue, but I'm sure Helen would have asked about it in a more subtle / less dickish way. Brian is also hard work when he's drunk and I decided it might be best to leave before I got snappy and upset someone, as the spoons deficit had obliterated all my social niceties.)

Anyway, even though the stress did cause a migraine, it was interestingly only constrained to the right side of my head, and on getting home later I took a Naproxen which was actually effective (on its own, without the addition of paracetemol) at easing the pain.

Clearly, it's too soon to say if the daith piercing has been a success, but the evidence so far is promising. I had a feeling I would need to get both sides done because of how my migraines manifest, so I'll leave it a couple of months and see what happens, then probably get the other ear done as well.

If this improves my quality of life even a little bit, I'll call it £30 well spent - and one less health issue to worry about whilst I resolve my mystery kidney problem.

Anyway, I think that's about everything.
teylaminh: (Random - Oblivion wheels)
Finally Christmass'd up my LJ (after having to search for the customisation page because they've hidden the setting apparently) in a bid to remind myself that the event is only ten days away and I should probably start caring at some point. :P

I think we're nearly sorted but I suspect it's a reaction to the year prior that I'm just not feeling it at all and just want the whole thing to be over. I am skint until payday and everything international is going to be late, particularly as I had to buy a new hole punch and haven't yet found out which box my blank CD's ended up in - and at present can't really afford to restock either.

Also I have no time off until January because of short-staffing so I'm basically shattered.

I should probably do a work post at some point but quite frankly, recounting it in bitesize rants on Twitter has been enough already - suffice it to say that team morale is at an all-time low and we are under intense scrutiny for no seemingly obvious reason. I'm toying with getting my CV up to date after Christmas with a view to looking elsewhere - not because I dislike the job but because it's becoming impossible to actually DO my job because senior management keep interfering in things they don't understand and making stupid decisions that impact on everyone.

(I suspect there is an element of said senior managers attempting to prove that they're useful because they're panicking about the impending Children's Trust and what that might imply - i.e. that they are indeed pointless and not needed - but that doesn't help anyone in the meantime.)

I also have several bits of health-related admin to sort out before the new year, and I will do a proper update once I am a bit clearer what's going on.

So yeah. Have a Christmas and hopefully we can all survive until 2017.
teylaminh: (Buffy - sanity)
Doubtless the next entry I do will be the traditional new year meme, if I can even remember that far back. :P In the meantime, here is something resembling an update, so I can at least use a Christmas icon whilst it's still the season.

Cut for Length, Probably )

Well, at least it's nearly Christmas. I am actually not working on Christmas Eve for the first time in ages, in for two days, off New Year's Eve and then returning on 11th January. I need about six months off, mind you. :P

All of my good intentions of being organised were scuppered by work being poo, and having no energy. I started out quite well and then it all kind of collapsed. Still, cards are made if not written, I have my concert on Saturday, will do my post run on Monday.

Maybe this time next year I will be healthier and slightly less poor.

Over and out, and Merry Christmas.
teylaminh: (Google - Work (3))
Embroidery first...

Pics 12-16/?? )

Now for work stuff. In Which Everyone Is Stressed )

So, there's that.

I have quite a busy weekend ahead, and given I spent the entire frelling Bank Holiday weekend with a migraine, hopefully this one won't be a bloody write-off as well. Because work being stressful is one thing; losing out on what little free time I do have thanks to my body being obnoxious is simpy not on. :P
teylaminh: (Photo - leaves)
I drafted most of this entry on 20th March but then ran out of time to finish it, then was too busy on the weekend and forgot about it. 20th March seemed like as good a day as any to update, given there was a solar eclipse that morning. :) I am trying to get into the habit of updating at least once a month.

So, yes, there was a solar eclipse. Not 100% in Birmingham - I think we had maybe 90% but can't be certain - but it was very exciting nonetheless. Here in the office we worked out that the best way of viewing it was through the blinds, although there were a fair amount of people in the car park with pinhole cameras, too.

It was fab, actually - there was an air of tangible excitement at around 9.15 as everyone realised it was getting darker. (I imagine if I were still at Woodcock Street this momentous event would be greeted with disinterest and/or stupidity from my ex-colleagues...) My line manager was equally as excited as I was, so I felt somewhat less guilty for not doing any work for about half an hour. :D

The last time we had a solar eclipse visible in the UK was 11th August 1999. I remember because it was my mum's birthday. She was at work, but I can remember watching it out of the living room window, via a reflection in the roof of a car that was parked on the drive. Bizarrely, it was a red car, and for about an hour it didn't occur to me that it wasn't my mum's car (because she was at work) but someone else's. I remember that there were no shadows, the birds stopped singing - it was really eerie.

Not quite as eerie this time around, as there was more sun still visible, but as the sun re-emerged there were really pretty tree-branch patterns on the blinds.

Anyway, it cheered me up after a godawful journey on the bus that morning (the 120 was late so it was absolutely rammed, and since I have such a short journey to Bearwood it always makes me unnecessarily anxious when the bus is crowded...), although it did make the headache I woke up with worse.

In any case, last week was infinitely better than the previous one.

Cut for length... )

Some of the stress had also come about because we’re trying to get away for a long weekend in April as it’s our tenth anniversary, but everything is conspiring against us as usual by being too bloody expensive. Hotels and flights or whatever are doable, but it’s the bloody public transport costs ramping everything up. Hopefully we can manage to get a late deal of some description.

We also had a vague plan of having a proper holiday in September, but the last time we went away in April and September (in 2012 when we went to Tenby and Corfu respectively) it essentially bankrupted us. (It also didn’t help that we booked up to see the Killers in the November, which ate the final few dregs of the tax rebate I got.) Seeing as I am now waiting on my non-urgent hospital admission for a procedure under general anaesthetic, though, I don’t want to book anything for September in case it delays things. And also because I’ve been too ill / tired to make it to the gym since last May (meh) so don’t particularly want to go away in any case…

Anyway, March is nearly over (just three more birthdays to go!) and this weekend I actually managed to get a few hours to myself to put a dent in my EastEnders backlog and do some embroidery now that it’s warmed up enough to do so. Once I get through this week there are two four-day weeks courtesy of the Easter bank holidays, and then I have a week off, THANK GOODNESS.

Also, after finishing the POTOver story for Eni just in time for her birthday, I was working on the epilogue until the end of February, but lacked energy to carry on once the impetus to finish the main story had burned out – I will actually try and finish that soon both for her benefit and that of [personal profile] cloudsinvenice (who is beta’ing it for me), as whilst the story ended itself in a most satisfactory manner, there are a few parts that need proper closure.

I have a couple of embroidery updates to post as well (once I’ve figured out where I got to) so I’ll do those later. I reckon within 4-5 sessions it should be finished, and then I can start on my next one. :)
teylaminh: (Buffy - sanity)
I finally have a spare few minutes, so here's the first update of 2015. In fairness, nothing much has really happened, as for most of January and February I've been skint due to our early pay dates.

I hate February. :P

Anyway, here's what's been happening both work-wise and otherwise.

Writing )

In other news, however, work is... having issues, shall we say.

Work Stuff )

Anywaaaaay, yes, TL;DR: work is poo but still better than before.

I think I might have a couple of embroidery updates I forgot to post, but I'll wait until I've done another one. Embroidery has been put on hold of late anyway as it's far too cold, but I have three racked up in the footstool now and about six more on my Amazon wishlist. I blame Vicky (from uni) for this as she's gotten into cross-stitch and her updates on Instagram just make me want to get back to my own.

I would promise not to leave it so late next time but... yeah, that would be a lie. :P

Over and out.
teylaminh: (Retro - period)
Here's a bit of an update. And by a bit, I mean a lot, though much of it has no substance. (Also, I am no longer on my period, but I rarely get to use this icon...)

Looks like the summer is officially over. Britain has once again done its usual trick of going from one extreme to the other; I've been freezing for the past two weeks but steadfastly refusing to put the heating on because it's frelling August, not that you'd believe it from the temperatures lately. (Having said that, today it seems to have brightened up a bit...)

Earlier this month I googled to find out when the Birmingham International Food Fair would be taking place this year, then misread a whole bunch of anomalous results about last year's dates and thought they were for 2014. This resulted in us (Paul, my mum, David and I) going into town on Sunday to enjoy said Food Fair, only to arrive at the usually designated area and become utterly confused.

Thankfully there was stil a load of free entertainment happening around Southside (by the Hippodrome / Arcadian) so we sat and enjoyed that instead, but TBH I was mostly pre-menstrual and felt rubbish about my failure to read properly. It seems to be the case that the International Food Fair isn't on this year at all, which is a shame as it's always really popular despite BCC's complete failure to advertise it. My inner cynic suspects it may never come back now; it's often hailed as being the "sister market" to the Frankfurt Christmas Market, but I've always got the impression that BCC grudgingly allowed it to happen and weren't that invested in it. (Whereas the stupid Christmas market will be advertised several months in advance and doubtless get EVEN BIGGER now that space at the front of the library has opened up.)

My PMT came to a head with a godawful migraine on the Sunday, which I think was partially caused by having to squint in the sunlight. We had been planning on eating at the Food Fair so instead ended up going to Big Wok (or getting a baguette, in Paul's case, as on the evening he went off to help Darren with his Two Towers beer festival). Big Wok was nice enough, but I'd been looking forward to the lovely French food. :( On the plus side, we couldn't really afford the Food Fair so we did at least save ourselves some money... but then, we couldn't afford to go last year either, and if it's never coming back I've missed my last opportunity now to get some lovely cheeses and whatnot. Best. Gruyere. Ever.

My PMT also (AGAIN) ruined my enjoyment of seeing Wicked for Lorna's birthday at the Hippodrome on 21st August. It didn't particularly help that we were at the subtitled version, as that just kept distracting me out of the action on stage. Nevertheless, here is something resembling a review.

Thoughts on Wicked. )

On Monday, thanks to period pains and awful weather, I did absolutely bugger all except sit on the laptop all day.

Except for this... )

Anyway. On Tuesday we are going to Brighton, staying for two nights and returning via London with an eight-hour stopover, as it's been far too long since we had a good old wander abaht. With any luck the weather will clear up by then...

Also: I still have this sodding UTI or whatever it is. Just finished my two-week course of antibiotics and it's still hanging around - after a brief period where I thought it had gone away - so I think I might just take myself to A&E this weekend as I suspect the GP will still not actually do anything about it. I could go after we get back from Brighton but I don't want my entire fortnight of leave to be a write-off of trying to sort out health problems.

Just realised I forgot to recount the GP fail from my last visit... )

I'm struggling to remember any point this year where I've actually been healthy. :(

That was a bit of a moan again. It doesn't help that work is a massive ball of stress at the moment due to continued breakdowns in communication; last week I likened it to our team being under an umbrella in a rainstorm of information, i.e. nothing actually gets through to us. Things change literally week on week (sometimes day on day) and everything we do know is through hearsay. It's frustrating and disheartening, and every single day is a battle of not understanding, not being able to help people and not knowing where we stand. But at least everyone is similarly afflicted, and it's not just me. :P

Hopefully next time I update it will be with something more positive, i.e. a Brighton write-up.
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I haven't updated since April and now that I am, it's to get stuff off my chest – I actually drafted this entry on 30th June and it’s taken me so long to post it that I’ve had to amend it. :P

Mostly I haven't done anything exciting since April because I'm still bloody skint - other than decorating the lounge, and I already shared the pics of that on Facebook. :P (We finally got around to hanging pictures over a month later – after filling all the holes we were rather loath to put more in the walls!)

Anyway, here is my venting, in no particular order...

Vents are actually one of the problems... )

It's not all doom and gloom, though. :P

I am still enjoying my job. Everyone is very stressed at the moment because of the new Strengthening Families Framework which has been in place since March, because we are crashing in blindly for the most part and communication at all levels seems to have ground to a halt. The good thing is we're all in the same boat, so we are all offloading at each other in work rather than taking it home with us - and they're actually valid things to be stressed about, rather than the petty stupidities that caused such major issues in Legal.

There are a few colleague issues creeping through the cracks - a couple of my colleagues can be a bit annoying, and one of them is your classic example of doing the bare minimum rather than trying to exceed in any way then complaining that she won't pass her PDR... but it's nothing I can't deal with, and I'm learning to rise above it - it helps that the team has a really good relationship (both working and personal) and everyone mucks in to help each other out. It's such a breath of fresh air after my experiences at both Legal AND Ladywood, and makes me very glad that I chose to work at South rather than anywhere else.

Being skint does mean that Paul and I are catching on boxsets. Our Farscape rewatch is on temporary hiatus, as is the JC rewatch as I just keep forgetting about it and series 5 was such a mess of fail, but we are now on season 4 of Frasier and have just finished both Bates Motel and Fargo. We've just made a start on American Horror Story: Asylum as well, which is already looking as creepy/WTF as the first season.

My Frasier ramblings got long... )

I really wish I had the time and mental capacity to do in-depth rewatches for everything, like I’ve done for Jonathan Creek, but I think I’m up to my fifth 90’s show boxset now (Frasier, X-Files, Buffy, Farscape, Creek) and there are not enough hours in my life, especially given the sheer amount of episodes! If you tally them up it’s a cumulative 36 seasons, over 800 episodes, and I do not even want to think how many hours. I did attempt it for TXF but only got three episodes in before I gave up, and as much as I’d love to attempt it for ‘Scape, I think it might actually break me within half a season. :P

This is why I have a tendency to ignore most modern-day series, or for those I do watch I only do so without such a vested interest. I have too many old fandoms still vying for supremacy, and too many work-in-progress fics for most of them, to start investing energy into shiny new ones. :P

Aaaaanyway, I think this is quite long enough. I had intended to post some fic somewhere whilst I was off, and didn’t quite get around to it… but hopefully I will actually manage to get the JC stuff online this year. :P

Over and out.
teylaminh: (Farscape - Stark - hidden talents)
...and with something other than Creek-related fandomosity, here's an entry with actual substance!

At work, we are officially a "citywide" service (even though PSS doesn't work like that and we are all still based at our usual office locations), which means that we can be sent to minute all over the city. So yesterday morning I was sent to Tamebridge House.

Cut for length. )

In other news: last night we started watching Farscape. :D As Lloyd was nice enough to get me season 2 for Christmas, and thanks to the announcement of a potentially imminent movie (OMG OMG OMG), I had already decided that 2014 would be the year of marathoning it, and as there was nothing better on last night we slotted the first two episodes in before watching My Mad Fat Diary.

Talking of which: last night's episode was just... augh. Such a heart-wrenchingly accurate portrayal of how everything can spiral into utter bleakness and completely defeat you...

Anyway. Farscape thoughts! )

And that's that - for now. I actually attempted to do this for X-Files but as Denise and I have now hit season 2 and were watching 5-6 episodes in a go, I kind of gave up. I might come back to it when I have some spare time and get up to speed, though - I have so many thoughts and feelings re: Mulder/Scully on my second full rewatch.

I think that'll do for now. I suspect I will need to make more Farscape icons soon, though. :D
teylaminh: (Random - Oblivion wheels)
Just realised I haven't updated since August, and that was a Jonathan Creek post. (Rewatch is still on hiatus; hopefully back on track in the new year at some point!)

I'll do the traditional Year in Review meme tomorrow but for now, here's a month-by-month account (from what my shoddy short-term memory can provide) of what's happened since then...

September )

October )

November )

December )

So there we go - four months in fast-forward.

I'm thankfully on leave tomorrow, and we're going to Lloyd's for bad movies. Paul's birthday on Wednesday, so I need to get curry any outstanding ingredients before then - I'm planning on doing filo-wrapped Brie for starter, and lamb curry for main, as I've not yet had chance to use the new pestle-and-mortar my mum got me for my birthday (it's a huge Jasper Conran granite one and very sexy). Back at work Thursday and Friday and then a week off, thank goodness.

Work wise I'm quiet today - hence the entry - because all I have is eight sets of outstanding minutes awaiting signature from one particular Chair who never.signs.anything - she has minutes in her draft folder from October (we're supposed to send them out within 20 working days!). No meetings for me this week either as there's only three in the diary. Next week apparently it's insane so obviously I picked the wrong (or right?) time to be off. ;)

Okay, I think that's quite long enough. New Year Meme tomorrow, as well as trying to finish the already belated Christmas JC fic I promised Denise, which ground to a standstill in mid-December when my brain decided to give me voracious unrelated plot bunnies. I just need one final push to finish it.

Over and out!
teylaminh: (Random - Oblivion wheels)
Somewhat overdue an update - this is what happens when I have work to do.

Firstly: in writing news, I've finished my latest Pirates story, "Oranges to Florida", inasmuch as it's done on paper but I have 6.5 hand-written pages still to type up. Once that's done I will give it another once-over before posting to FFN / plugging on Tumblr. I've been trying to keep the style consistent, but a recent bout of reinspiration has meant that the latter half of the story is more dialogue-heavy than the beginning (and indeed more than I envisaged when I started), as well as including more from Jack's POV in addition to Elizabeth's. (Also, thanks to starting to follow the Sparrabeth blog on Tumblr halfway through writing it, the ending went in a direction I hadn't quite intended because my head was full of meta and subtext and FEELS. I'm not complaining, though, because it ends with some bloody glorious angst. :D)

Paul and I have finally made some progress in moving around the upstairs rooms, although the plan did change a little bit. We're about halfway done now - the daybed and TV / video storage unit (ex-wardrobe) have switched rooms with the PC and cube unit (effectively making the larger spare bedroom the office rather than the box room). This has meant that Denise and I were able to commence our X-Files rewatch on Sunday as we have somewhere to actually watch the videos. :D

In the process of room rearranging I thankfully uncovered my Sims 3 disc so have installed that on the laptop. It now runs properly and has already eaten about 16 hours of my life; at some point soon I'm going to start creating my own (hopefully fandom) characters, and I'm already dreading the insanity that will inevitably ensue... I think I'll probably start with Jonathan Creek; if I'm successful in orchestrating a Sim!Harry, I will be sure to share the (doubtless terrifying) results. :D

After tweeting a random conversation about badgers at work this afternoon, it has also resulted in potentially re-starting the Grand Jonathan Creek Watchathon soon with [personal profile] cloudsinvenice. (Badgers = Jonathan Creek. So shall it be forever amen.)

The conversation in question went something like this:

Karen, who walks to work: I saw a badger walking to work this morning.
[Cue jokes about the badger going to the office.]
Me: Did it have a briefcase?
Maria: *has hysterics*

(We were all very tired and it was quiet in the office. :P)

As for the X-Files rewatch, on Sunday we managed to get through the first seven episodes ("Pilot", "Deep Throat", "Squeeze", "Conduit", "The Jersey Devil", "Shadows" and "Ghost in the Machine" - the fact that I still remember these without looking them up demonstrates how many times I've seen season 1). My intention this time around is to (a) finish all nine seasons, even though it's going to take a bit longer than last time, and (b) top up my original LJ episode reviews / recaps with different episodes. In all likelihood, however, I will just go on Tumblr and flail at the shippiness instead. :P

Rewatches with friends are fun. :D

A few thoughts so far... )

Still not much to say about the actual episodes yet, as season 1 was a hodge-podge of "monster of the week" and early conspiracy stuff before the proper mythology set in, but I'll try and do an update every time we watch some episodes, at the very least. (I do, however, reserve the right to continually flail over "Post-Modern Prometheus". All my life.)
teylaminh: (Google - work)
This entry sat on my work PC for a bit because I kept forgetting to email it home, but as it’s mostly still relevant I have amended it somewhat and will post it anyway…

As of last Monday, I have a line manager! On phased return for two weeks and only sorting out emails and PDR's, but nevertheless she is back, which should mean those few loose ends will finally get sorted (like a key for my pedestal so I can bring my two carrier bags of crap back to work).

I'm actually really enjoying this new job, despite the initial month or so of glitches and frustration and IT failure. I'd forgotten how much I actually enjoyed CP work when I was doing it before - Sandra-gate and all that aside - possibly because the final few months at Legal kicked any and all job satisfaction out of me. But yeah. I'm not waking up in the mornings with that sense of cold dread, having to drag myself out of bed and over to Woodcock Street for another seven-point-three hours of awful soul-destroying job-hating horribleness.

Don't get me wrong: I still hate mornings (all the more so as I'm actually getting up early, imagine that!) and would still much rather be in bed than on the bus (in the NEVERENDING FRIGGING RAIN) but it's definitely refreshing to not hate every single second of what I'm doing.

There is one vaguely work-related thing that I wish I could moan about, but despite my not even being involved in it I'm still sworn to secrecy until some point later in the year. Which sucks in itself because I really need to rant about it, and I can't. It has nothing to do with this job or even the Council, per se, but yeah. Cryptic sidenote is cryptic.

Also: the people here are awesome. As part of the Professional Support Services restructure we all had to state our preferences on which "hub" we wanted to work out of, so obviously we all put Lifford as first choice. Last week the confirmation came through of where we'd be based, using the phrasing, "You have been assimilated to Lifford House hub," and within five minutes people were making Borg jokes. In the Legal support pool that reference would have gone completely over their heads and my pointing out that "Resistance is Futile" would have dropped like a lead balloon.

On Friday I also received two (verbal) compliments on my minutes from two separate Chairs, one of whom subsequently emailed my line manager. They were both saying how nice it was that they barely had to make any amendments and one of them said my Legal background was obvious because of my language use. So that was nice. (I should also point out at this point that all of the Chairs so far seem like genuinely lovely people and are all that particular breed of insane that emerges from child protection-related work.)

So, right at the point where I'm settled and getting on with the people and thinking I could really do well in this job? That's the point where Legal Services decide to advertise the frelling Legal Assistant post on Internal Recruitment.

Cut for moaning. )

In other news: I've been writing JC fic again after a brief dry patch (resulting mostly out of the new job making me exhausted and/or ambivalent for the first few weeks) - another episode tag done ("€œTime Waits for Norman"€) and its corresponding "€œX Times"€ version, plus another two stories currently on the go which are refusing to cooperate -€“ a post-Easter Special angstfic and another post-ALTAF story (fluff/angst/all the good stuff). My JC/POTO crossover is also brewing away and I'€™m hoping when we get to series 3 the opening for it will become clearer; I know vaguely what I want to do but am waiting for inspiration to strike!

The Doomfic also has a title now, thanks to Snow Patrol€'s "€œMake This Go on Forever"€-€“ namely "€œThe Final Word"€, which sums it up quite scarily well. As ever, I need to stop avoiding that story and start giving it more attention; at some point I am actually going to run out of episodes to tag and then I can no longer put it off. :P

Anyway, over and out for now. Hopefully I will not revert to form and change my mind about the Legal Assistant stuff at the very last second (heh) but I will update whatever happens!
teylaminh: (Google - Work (3))
Okay, Derby Gaol update will have to wait until this weekend / some point next week (I've got three days off for our anniversary) because I'm rubbish, but I'll do a brief Last Day at Legal (and two weeks off) update here. Thankfully I didn't find chance to do an LJ entry whilst at work today because it was gearing up to be an Epic Rant, but events of this afternoon superceded it somewhat. In any case, I'll update about New Job, too. :P

Last Day at Legal )

Anyway. In the two weeks following that I slept a lot, didn't write any fic (OF COURSE), made a rainbow cake for Lisa (surprisingly successful and straightforward!), and invited Eni to Birmingham before she headed off to colder climates. I inflicted POTO on her (mwahaha), resulting in an idea for a JC/POTO crossover, stuffed her full of food (both home-cooked and a meal at the Kings Head), mocked her lack of skills playing Assassin's Creed, and latterly surprised her with a belated birthday present of a trip to Cabdury World - which was impressive mostly for the fact that I've managed to keep it completely secret for about four years. :P

I then ended up seeing her again about a week later in Derby because I was taking her Farscape DVD's off her hands.

New Job )

If any of this is nonsensical, you can blame swim!brain. Gym yesterday and swimming today. Let's see if I can keep that momentum going for a bit.

PS: New work icon!
teylaminh: (Photo - Playmobil)
Had my supervision / 1:1 / PDR / whatever yesterday and warned Marie about the Invitation of Doom. As I was off sick on Monday, I don't know if Raj ever did get back to me about it, but I've heard nothing all this week. I should probably email again to find out what's happening, though it is tempting to now not bother in the slightest... Anyway, as a result of warning her, I ended up recounting about Sandra and generally having a good old moan about Social Services, and Marie now also hopes that the reason for the invitation is because of a complaint about Sandra...

It's weird to reflect on that period of working at Ladywood. At the time, it felt like I was the only one who'd noticed, but as I think back, I can't have been. Towards the end she made it more than obvious what she thought of me. I really really hope someone else has lodged a complaint. It would be no less than she deserves.

In other news, my MP3-player nearly died a death last night. You're not that interested... )

Of course, I also need to get a new printer, though they're cheap enough on ebuyer. I should get one soon, though, because I need to do another CD for Katie...

In other other news, I painted my nails last night for the first time in about a year... In the process I also cleared out my dead bottles of varnish; out of about 30 I managed to save maybe eight (including a limited edition turquoise which I'm pretty sure I can't get any more). All the others were beyond redemption (i.e. rock solid and defying gravity, or simply unopenable), and those I've held onto can be saved with a drop of nail polish remover. So, my nails are now chocolate brown, slightly glittery. Soon I shall rebuild my empire of nail varnish! *evil laugh* One of the colours I had to throw away was an iridescent blue-green that I was using on a belt which has some gems missing, as it's exactly the same colour as the gems. Ah well...

We have a quiz after work tonight; last time our team came 9th (out of 14 teams) so hopefully we will do slightly better this time...
teylaminh: (Random - Trees)
Telephone call received from Raj, who - of course - didn't introduce himself but opened with: "You sent me an email?"

He seemed to think someone else had invited me to his supervision even though said email came from him... In any event, he says he's emailed Tina R's secretary to find out what's going on and will let me know. Apparently she's not in until Monday, so I'll just have to sit tight until then...

From the sounds of it, he doesn't remember who I am. ;)

God know what's going on.

Another interesting point I think I forgot to mention: the email came to my name but with "Social Services" after it as the directorate; when I moved they changed it to "Legal Services" but kept the same account, which sort of implies it's come out of an old address book entry.

Hrm. Guess I'll find out next week then.

(If I have been stressing and panicking over nothing I will NOT BE PLEASED.)

I didn't have to sleep on the sofa last night, thankfully, though for some reason am more tired than yesterday. I have a hectic couple of days coming up: I need to make cheesy Hallowe'en biscuits tonight for work (should probably make some kind of leaving cake for Heather but won't have time, I don't think; I have a 1kg tub of margarine to use up so need to make many cakes), then we're seeing Nosferatu tomorrow, party on Saturday, and then a busy couple of weeks, too.

As for cakes, I have at least two lined up: Hallowe'en cake for Saturday / possibly just fairy cakes as they are easier to eat, and birthday cake for Paul's mum. And possibly two Christmas cakes for work and family.

I think I've caught Paul's bloody lurgy. WONDERFUL.
teylaminh: (Random - Atget mouth door)
Before I start running around again trying to get ready, this is for/from [livejournal.com profile] jackiesjottings.  Comment on this and give me a letter, or request a letter.  Then name 10 things that start with that letter and why you chose them/why they're important to you.

Jackie gave me the letter C.  Which was really quite fortuitous. :)

C )

Anyway, I'm about to head out in a bit for the gig at Scruffy's, so just killing some time as it was earlier than I thought.  Although it isn't now.

I met Raj for the first time today.  He's as camp as a row of rainbow-coloured tents, and completely straight.  He seems quite easy-going, though, so if he does end up at Ladywood it'll be nice to have him around...


Apr. 26th, 2006 12:49 pm
teylaminh: (MH - Phil - bee fear)
I think that may have just made my morning.

I just finished typing a tape from Vel. She finished the report but must've forgotten to stop recording, because it carried on for the remaining minute or so of the tape and revealed her battled with a flying insect. I heard "Get out of here!" and "The window's open!" quite distinctly. :)

I'm not entirely sure whether to be amused, or terrified that this is the single highlight of my day...

The downside is, I just tried to open a file off the P drive - to help out a completely useless Social Worker who is always completely incapable of finding these things for herself - and it crashed my entire PC. Luckily, Word auto-recovered 90% of the document I'd been typing...
teylaminh: (Random - Wheel)
Well, everything server-related is working again this morning... except, of course, my email. I'm on BCCMail01. You'd think they'd fix the first server, um, first.

My slim hope that they might have extended the closing date on the job/s I was going to apply for - due to the website being non-functional yesterday - was dashed to the rocks. Having still heard nothing about the one in Legal, I'm really not holding out much hope. I'm hereby giving up on the finding-a-new-job front for at least another couple of months. It's not worth the bloody energy expenditure.

Amanda and Cynthia are on a minute-taking training day thingy today (hence the making-a-map on Monday) so it's just me and Sandra today. Oh, joy. I need to phone Tina H and tell her/ask her if I can have half of next Tuesday and all of Wednesday as flex/annual leave, since my email's blantantly not going to be accessible this side of 2007...

Also, wow, I'd forgotten how annoying getting three buses was. Which is really quite bad, considering I've only been getting the train into work (via town - the bus is marginally more reliable the other way) for about a week...

This morning I had a very strange dream; I can't be bothered to do another post about it, so I'll stick it under a cut. Here. )


Okay, Sandra just walked in. I swear the room just got physically colder... No, I'm not kidding.


Resume... )

The whole thing left me feeling quite uneasy, for some reason, probably because it didn't really end properly... COnsidering it was so fragmented, I'm surprised at how much I remember.

Sandra has now gone away again to minute a combined meeting for six children. And, as usual, she hasn't said a single word to me all morning. Ho-hum. At least I can do my work in peace without one of her annoying phonecalls going on in the background.

Oh, and this morning I was rung by Chris Wilson at Silvermere. He Chaired a meeting for us the other week and I typed the minutes for him yesterday and faxed them over (due to being without email) for amending. There was only one amendment, and he was incredibly impressed. My reputation now extends further. :)
teylaminh: (Christine - pity)
...have a LiveJournal.

Hm, not quite as catchy as "have a Kit Kat".

But I am, nonetheless, having a break. I've typed 8 sets of minutes today, pretty much non-stop except for half an hour for lunch and a couple of small conversations. Oh, and sending a fax, which was an unfortunate necessity due to email being dead.

There was a fire, apparently. In the server room. It doesn't help that my mailbox is apparently on one of the least reliable servers they seem to have. But it has meant that I can't check or send any email, which has meant resorting to the ever faithful (heh) floppy discs to hand over minutes to Chairs. And also, Carefirst doesn't work, either. All in all, rather a shambles.

Why can't the bloody phones ever give up the ghost when things like this happen?

The really annoying thing is I can't access birmingham.gov.uk or any of its pages because it's housed on one of the dead servers. And I had a couple of job applications to send off today, because today's the closing date. I thought it was Friday, because I'm stupid, but that's beside the point. I'll have to try and access it at home and hope it works from there, but I don't hold out much hope - and besides, I need to re-write the application form blurb again.

Although having said that, I've rather lost the will to live on the job hunting side of things. They all want at least two years of experience and I only have 22 months, so they won't even get through the initial shortlisting stage.

Have I mentioned enough times this month how much I HATE job-hunting?

The only reason I'm even doing it is because it's reached the point where it's either Sandra or me. I can't work with her and I have no intention of putting up with more of her crap without anything being done about it. The crap is sporadic, but it comes in large bursts and only serves to make me angry and frustrated... which is, unfortunately, also the reaction I have to searching through job pages and applying for things.

On the plus side, I discovered today that the temporary contract I thought I was on was, in fact, only temporary, and since finishing my probationary period I have now been recommended for the permanent position. Which I think I may have been told and forgotten all about, but it's still nice to know.

Bah. Work sucks. Real life is evil. Find me a nice big rock to crawl under or bash my head into a bloody pulp with. Now, please.
teylaminh: (Random - Sunset pink)
This afternoon, aside from the backlog I have to get through, I was mostly engaged in making a map, with the aid of The AA and online maps.  This was to assist Amanda in getting from her home in Kingstanding to Chamberlain House in Moseley, given that she didn't know the Pershore Road and only knew the Bristol Road instead.  Cue lots of printing, piecing together, red marker pen and sellotape...

If she gets lost now, I'll be very surprised.  On the other hand, she's more likely to get pulled over for staring bewilderedly at a map instead of the road...

That's actually about it.  Although I was randomly struck with something lyric-like for no apparent reason.  Given that I don't write lyrics, this is incredibly annoying, but I put it here for people's benefit (and mine, in future, I suppose) anyway:

You hold it together though you're falling apart.

Yes, that's it.  I certainly can't make anything coherent out of it, but it's quite pretty...

I'm tired.  I might play online games for a bit and then watch Bottom Live 2.
teylaminh: (Chicago - cell block tango)
At least the weekend was nice.

On Friday, Paul and I went to Tori's for drinking and conversation, which was pleasant. We got sat on by their Staffs. terrier, Stella, ignored by their cat, and drank far too much wine. As a result, I have discovered that Paul Masson wine makes me incredibly hungover, which is a shame, because it's nice.

In the afternoon, I'd met him in Pij before heading back to his house, where we thoroughly confused the cashier in HMV by trying to swap an unwanted item for three wanted items that came to 2p less...

On Saturday we went into town and spent most of the afternoon in the Yard of Ale, playing - as usual - on their ItBox. I think we got more games out of it than our money's worth, though. The theory is if we play the damneded thing long enough, we'll learn the answers to all of the questions.

After that we... went to the cinema, I think, but the only thing vaguely worth watching at the Odeon (the two decent cinemas being bloody miles away, obviously) was Scary Movie 4, and that didn't start for 20 minutes, so we went to the Briar instead and played on their ItBox.

Back to mine after a detour to Tesco to get some more wine (we had a very alcoholic weekend), where we watched Constantine with my mum and David. Quite visually good, but you need a Hell of a lot of prior knowledge in theology to even begin to follow the plot...

Sunday, we all took my grandmother out for a birthday lunch (her birthday's actually today) at the Old House At Home (six meals for the price of three, woo!), where we had - you guessed it - another bottle of wine between us, and I had half a starter, a steak, and a dessert. Far too much food, but very nice anyway.

After that and after my grandmother and Robin had left, we played Scrabble and Mousetrap - the latter of which is far more entertaining when you're 5, apparently - and more Scrabble, whilst half-watching the Ricky Gervais episode of The Simpsons and knocking wine all over the carpet. I'm a clumsy drunk when I'm tired and full of food... I also suck horribly at Scrabble for the same reason, which is annoying considering I kicked Paul's arse at it last week.

We also failed to win the lottery for the 15th week in a row, or thereabouts...

And this morning? This morning, after my lovely week off work, I came in to find an enormous backlog, in addition to the new task I have to implement next week of chasing up the transfers from SHAO, and the board not done, even though Cynthia said she'd do it on Friday as I was off. Yeah, great. Also, I can't access my email because mail servers 01-05 are dead as a dodo, and, whilst I was leaving Vel and Natasha's office carrying a file, Sandra arrived and ploughed straight through me without even an 'excuse me', let alone a' good morning'.

Seriously, the sooner one of us leaves, the better. I'm sure Tina H is getting as sick of my moaning as I am.


Apr. 6th, 2006 07:32 pm
teylaminh: (JC - cockroach OTP - J/M)
After the annoying traffic fiasco yesterday, the day didn't get that much better.

I was grumpy anyway, which didn't help.  At some point in the afternoon I was forced to do another post on [livejournal.com profile] co_workers_suck about Maxine, because she decided to phone me up to tell me not to put "Muslim" in the 'Religion' field of the front sheet, because "Islam's the religion, okay?"  So, being possibly more anal than she is, I went through all of the Asylum LACs I've typed for her, which total about 25, to find out which ones I'd done wrong.  There were four of them.  Four.  And I remember quite clearly that they were recent ones, and I'd only put 'Muslim' and not 'Islam' because she dictated it in the first place.

Oh NOES!  She had to do one minor correction on what I presume were otherwise perfect minutes.  She hasn't said anything about them, but she hasn't sent me any more snotty emails either, so I'll take that as meaning they're okay.  I don't mind doing all this extra work, but a little fucking gratitude wouldn't go amiss.  Bitch.

And then, just as I'd come back from lunch, I had Amanda yelling at me because a foster carer had rang up complaining because her address had gone out on some minutes and now the child's mother had her details.  It turned out they were minutes that I'd typed.  Amanda bitched and moaned because "we've told you before not to put the foster placement address on there" - whereas I was, god forbid, actually using my initiative and trying to check these things before typing them.  As a general rule, if the carers want their address to remain confidential, they don't put it on the bloody attendance sheet.  It's also the Social Worker's responsibility to tell someone, or put a note on CareFirst or something.

And the address, of course, was on the attendance sheet. Shafiq phoned the carer back and sweet-talked her so she's not making a formal complaint, thank God, but apparently she'd originally not put her address, and then the Social Worker had told her to put it on there after the attendance sheet had already gone around.  If anything, it makes circulating the minutes easier.  But nevertheless, it's someone's responsibility to inform the Chair, admin, someone that the address should be confidential.

From now on, I'm going to be the dumb, brainless typist they clearly think I am, and save on the aggravation.  I'm fed up of making an effort.

The evening worked out slightly more pleasant, as Paul and I spent the night house-sitting at his brother and sister-in-law's place.  They have the tiniest kitchen known to man, with a very complicated oven and no microwave.  And their biggest frying pan is about 20cm across.  But other than that, we managed to cook a nice enough meal.

Contrary to yesterday, I was in work today at about 8.35, so I left at 4.30 because I was on my own.  The day wasn't too bad, really.  We learnt from Tina H that Ladywood is the only Area Office, CP-wise, to have internet access.  We are clearly more trusted not to abuse it than SHAO or GCH. :)  Which was nice.  What wasn't nice was getting an email from Justine, the GCH typist, asking me not to send original paperwork/tapes back to her, but to Maxine directly.  In other words, Maxine was bitching about pettiness again, this time via the typist.  I've never even met the woman and I can't stand her.

But, look what came in the post for me yesterday! )

I need a shower, and my teeth feel all skanky.  Which I'm sure you all really wanted to know.

MGM tomorrow at the Old Joint Stock.  Not really in the mood, but I'll make the effort anyway.

Four day week next week, and then I'm off for a week for Easter, yay.  Also, next Sunday will be mine and Paul's one year anniversary.  How's that for terrifying? ;)
teylaminh: (Random - Pirate!)
I found this job this afternoon.  I seem to recall typists in Legal were paid much more than that last year, but maybe that was just because I was a temp at the time.  Either way, I probalby stand more chance of getting an interview for that one than I did the other.  I haven't heard anything so I'm not holding out much hope.  Ah, well.

After the invites incident yesterday, I also discovered that Sandra is a hypocrite.  Remember the Biscuit Saga?  Well, Natasha came in after her Conference in search of chocolate because she wanted a sugar rush, and made a beeline to Sandra, since she's always stuffing her face with junk food.  She's a bloody stick insect as well, the bitch.  But anyway, she offered Nat a chocolate-covered biscuit bar thing, which Natasha gratefully took.  And as she was walking off?

"Don't check the date on that, whatever you do..."

Maybe I should have shouted out something about food poisoning...

Really, this upcoming possible job opportunity couldn't have come at a better time.  Plus it's in the city centre, which is far easier for me.  Next to the Odeon cinema, if memory serves.

I haven't mentioned the flat recently, but that's only because it hasn't completely gone away and I'm trying not to get my hopes up.  Jen seems really keen for us to have it when she moves out and has promised to text Paul the landlord's number so we can have a chat with him.  She reckons her deposit was £270, plus the month's rent... which is precisely where the problem lies.  We don't have £270.

But after a conversation last night over dinner (very nice pepper steak at The Old House at Home due to the kitchen being between sinks and a shambles) both my mother and/or David have offered to pay the deposit for us.  Which I didn't want to have to resort to - I'm trying to prove my independence here, y'know? - but is very much appreciated nonetheless.  I'm also apparently taking the piano with me when/if I move out, assuming Robin can dismantle it enough to move the bloody thing.  The action's the heavy bit, but the casing is awkward and non-manoeuvrable.  Or however that's spelt.

So, yeah.  It's looking vaguely more plausible, again, but we definitely need to talk to the landlord and establish how much the deposit is, whether we can pay it in bits, all that nice stuff.  Apparently he's really good about things like that, though.  We'll see.  Also need to properly do some calculations.  I reckon we could afford it, especially if Paul gets the pay rise his supervisor's been talking about... if we had another flatmate, even more so.

I'm getting a bit ahead of myself.  Hopes remaining at sensible level.  Yes.  If it happens, it happens.  If it doesn't... we might be able to afford a similarly sized flat in about 20 years.

Anyway.  Weekend, woo.  Happy Birthday to [livejournal.com profile] flatline2010 for... yesterday?  I think.  Can't remember.  LJ told me and then I forgot.  But either way, congratulations.


Mar. 30th, 2006 12:59 pm
teylaminh: (Buffy - sanity)
Paul is urging me to complain about this, but I don't think it's worth it, quite frankly. But it'll all be fodder for when Sandra pushes me over the edge, believe me...

As per this post on [livejournal.com profile] co_workers_suck, which I'll be friending tomorrow but have left public for the benefit of non-members to read...

PS: Current location? That's new...
teylaminh: (Edward - butterfly)
As I always say, there's nothing quite like having annual leave to make you appreciate not being at work.

Before I start ranting, however, I saw a ballet on Saturday )

I can't really say much more, as I think [livejournal.com profile] rachel2205's review of it said a lot more. Besides which, I'm tired.

I didn't get to sleep last night until about 12.45 - possibly, because I had a St John's Wort right before bed and my brain wouldn't shut up. I was then plagued with horrible dreams all night, which I mostly only remember residual images of: creating fireworks with pillar candles and chemicals and going to [livejournal.com profile] translucent's house to show her; teenagers being dismembered in horrible ways whilst on holiday; someone's eye popping out of its socket in graphic detail; myself only having one eye as a result; myself and Paul trying to get to a gig but apparently staying with my grandmother at her old house in Halesowen; taxi-ing to Paul's house to find it darkened and labyrinthine.

All quite disturbing and graphic, but oddly not scary. I subsequently woke up at 6.30 with my alarm and got up 20 minutes later after failing to get back to sleep again until 7.00. I'm not as tired as I probably should be, but I attribute that to the fact that I got about 11 hours of sleep on Saturday night.

So, yes, four days off work, and I return to a shitload of stuff on my desk, the majority of which is convening from Sandra. Obviously. One of them says "these must be sent out before the end of Monday 27th March" - well, I've been on leave. Surely if they're that urgent, it wouldn't have been impossible for her to get off her lazy arse and do them herself.

The board wasn't done, so I had to do that this morning, which involved copying it out twice because the printer's not working. I've still to sort through the other paperwork on my desk.

I've also spent the first 20 minutes of everyone's arrival hearing about their delightful hangovers after Friday night, which I am doubtless in the doghouse about because I didn't go - despite the fact that I texted Tina to ask her about details for it and got no reply. I'd spent four hours in town that afternoon doing shopping that should've taken about half that time and was exhausted.

On the plus side, there's a Union strike tomorrow, so nobody's coming in. I'll be buggered if I'm manning the office on my own. I'll lose a day's pay, but sod it. Day off, woo. Which works out quite well, as I'm going out tomorrow night.
teylaminh: (SB - Max - Oy)
So, yes.  I'm not at work.

Why is it even when you're legitimately sick*, you still feel guilty?  In my case, it's because the new CPA at SHAO interrogated me on the phone when I was leaving a message for Tina.  She's frelling terrifying.

This does mean, of course, due to my having the rest of the week off as leave, that I'm ending up with a six-day weekend.  I like the sound of that, don't you?

*Yes, I am.  Shut up.  All I'd got left to do today was photocopying, which would only have made things worse, as the photocopier is downstairs.  Not to mention the change in temperature between Swelteringly Hot in Admin and Freezing Cold in CPR.  And the toner fumes.  Etc.  But seriously, I still can't breathe properly.  It's better than it was yesterday, but still.  I probably shouldn't spend all day in my room, though, as it's full of dust...


Mar. 20th, 2006 06:43 pm
teylaminh: (Random - swircle - pwn n3m0!)
So, I left work early today.  I was going to do ridiculous hours today and tomorrow to get some flex, but since, by some miracle, I'm up an hour as of last week (I have no idea how I managed that with mostly late mornings and leaving at the time I'm supposed to, but anyway, not complaining) I'm not going to bother.  And if I continue feeling as awful tomorrow as I have today, I may not go in at all...

Since yesterday evening (since taking my salbutamol, anyway) my chest has been awfully tight.  I'm not wheezing, but it's very difficult to breathe, and taking more salbutamol isn't helping.  Today, having conversations was leaving me out of breath, not to mention the going up and down stairs to photocopy things.

I left at 4.30 - was meant to be 4.15 but I got distracted by Liz Davis' printing problems - and got the bus to the train station (a 15-minute walk) and was back for 5.30ish.

I'm going to take a bath with some Olbas Oil in the hopes that it'll work.  I used to OD on Olbas as a kid so hopefully I'm not completely immune to it.

Stupid body.
teylaminh: (Random - Sunset orange)
That was more eventful than I anticipated...

On Friday, as promised, I took the biscuits home with me. More on that shortly.

Friday night, we ate curry, cooked rice for the first time evar (and it worked - a bit chewy, but otherwise okay) and sat watching Fawlty Towers, 8 out of 10 Cats and My Name Is Earl with Noel whilst drinking wine before bed.

I spent most of Saturday then nursing a hangover, because I was very very tired for some reason... We were intending on spending a quiet night in, when Paul's other brother, Darren, rang to say they were having a party to watch the Stars In Their Eyes Kids live final - because a family member (Paul's sister-in-law's nephew, I think) was in it, as Lemar.

He came third, incidentally. 7-year-old George Formby-alike came first... So that was quite nice, though the children were giving me a headache for a while...

Got back and attempted to watch some of Gimme Gimme Gimme, but gave up. We'd also watched High Fidelity (I think) at some point on Saturday as well.

Sunday was quiet and mostly spent watching 'Stenders...

I spent the entire weekend breathing carefully and relegating Paul to the kitchen for his cigarettes due to managing to leave my Salbutamol at home. So we went back to mine on Sunday night... after a quick trip to the offy, we managed to miss the 126 and decided that, rather than waiting 20 minutes for another one, we'd just walk.

As it turned out, we'd only have saved ourselves five minutes and less exercise by waiting for the next bus. It's only about a half-hour walk from Bearwood, really, so not too bad. I've walked further than that in Derby, I'm sure.

So, yes, that was that. We cooked when we got in (Chicken Tonight mushroom sauce with spaghetti. Mmmm.) and then watched The Hole before bedtime. I'd forgotten how freaky that film is... sort of claustrophobic and horrible. Saw really reminded me of it, actually...

I had a freaky and horrible dream this morning. Will post that later.

This morning I've been running around doing photocopying, mostly. It's just me and Sandra in (the beauty of this time of year is that everyone's trying to use up their annual leave - I'm off Wednesday to Friday, Cynthia's off Monday, Wednesday and Friday, and Amanda's off today and tomorrow) and Val, who's covering Liz H's diary until she goes on maternity leave mid-April. So of course, Sandra's doing as little work as possible, eating all of the chocolates that Shafiq brought in, and talking on the phone. Marvellous.

She's doing minutes right now, so I don't have to listen to her...

Also? Ye Bifcuit Faga continued this morning, with the following conversation.

Sandra: What did you do with those biscuits, then? Did you chuck them?
Me: No, I just took them home. We drink lots of coffee so they'll be used up. [they're sold as 'dunkables'.] Besides, they still taste okay.
Sandra: But they were stale. I didn't eat any of them, though.

So, how in the Hell would you know??

Gah. Fine. You got what you wanted - the biscuits are no longer in the office to offend your senses. LEAVE IT THE HELL ALONE.

Anyway. That's it. It's nearly time for lunch.
teylaminh: (Buffy - The Four)
Okay, this is getting a bit silly, now.

On Monday, I brought in a box of biscuits to work, as I think I mentioned. I intended to bring them in before Christmas, but didn't at the time because everyone had bought us biscuits/chocolates and it would've been silly. So I left it a bit, and forgot about them until my mum dragged them from the top of the fridge.

The date on them is 10th February 2006. So, yes, they're a month out of date. But they taste absolutely fine and they're still marginally crunchy, and they're mis-shapen to begin with, which is why they were cheap.

So, anyway, all week A Certain Colleague has been bitching about the fact that the biscuits are out of date. I'd swear she's convinced I'm trying to poison them all. She even tried to put me off cooking cakes for Liz H's leaving do, and as it transpired, the cakes were very much enjoyed by everyone (just like the Christmas cake I made, which was eaten by the majority of CM3...)

This first started on... Tuesday, I think. Natasha had a biscuit, asked who brought them in (I think; I wasn't paying attention) and was halfway through eating it when Sandra mentioned that they were "a month out of date". Natasha didn't seem to mind, as the biscuits taste fine.

I've been eating them all week, and I'm not dead yet. At least as far as I can tell...

The Faga Continued on Wednesday when Sandra, under a lot of stress and convinced she was making herself ill, said "Ooh, I think I'll eat a load of those stale biscuits and make myself sick." Charming. Except for the fact that they're not even stale! They're a little bit softer than they should be, but they're not stale, they're not mouldy, and they're not going to frelling kill her.

And today, it continued even further. Cynthia had take-away Chinese for dinner last night and is feeling a bit queasy/gassy as a result. "You never know," suggested Sandra, "it might've been a month out of date."

Okay. Point taken, already. The biscuits are out of date. Big fat hairy deal. They're more likely to get eaten at work, and until Sandra noticed the use by date on the box, they were being eaten with no qualms whatsoever.

I don't think anyone's eating them now. Whatever. All the more biscuits for me.
teylaminh: (Default)
Something of a write-up, I suppose. This weekend has been mostly spent avoiding the kitchen whilst David lays the new floor, which looks very good, and discovering that if I don't take my St John's Wort I become a moody cow after about three days. I didn't take it for that long because a) in the process of floor-laying it got hidden in the kitchen and b) it tastes foul and I got fed up of gagging every morning.

So, yeah, that was fun. I'd almost forgotten what it was like feeling as though my brain was two sizes too big for my skull. Not fun.

It also meant that little things were annoying me more than they should've done, and I'm looking back on what were entirely logical thought processes at the time with amused eye rolling. For example, when we wandered downstairs on Sunday to make some lunch, David told us to go away until they'd finished tidying up... although I was perfectly happy to work around them (they were on the other side of the counter as it was) and was also quite hungry. And this annoyed me because we'd been told to bugger off in the morning as well so couldn't have a nice breaksfast.

My 'logical' thought process therefore went something like, "So you couldn't wait an extra 10 minutes before starting so we could eat something, but I'm expected to wait another 10 minutes before I can eat something?" which was understandably quite irritating and upsetting.

I seemed to have recovered again by the evening, though.

We watched five episodes of Farscape and that seemed to be about it, though I'm sure there was something else. Also watched the Greatest Actors thing on Sunday night, and was very surprised by Johnny Depp coming second, which I definitely wasn't expecting. He does strike me as being an 'actor's actor', though, purely because he's so diverse. I suspect a public vote, rather than an actors' vote, would have warranted very different results... or at least, for very different reasons.

Yesterday was rubbish and annoying because I was tired, couldn't do the work I had to do because things had gone missing, and because I got blamed for something I shouldn't have had to deal with in the first place.

Today is looking to be a long day, too. We have a team lunch today (which means I can claim half an hour instead of 2 hours :D) and I have supervision this afternoon, so I need to make a list of stuff to discuss, as it's been six weeks. Also need to average what I've typed since then.

Sandra is in a good mood, but she's being irritating with it. I swear, she's the loudest woman ever, and she can't do anything quietly, whether that's laughing or putting down a mug/phone/pen. I've brought in some biscuits in a big box, which are now sitting on top of the printer out of the way of the kettle (I'd put them in front of it in the only available space), and rather than a "thanks for the biscuits", I get "who put that box on top of the printer, by the way?" Well, it wasn't me, it was Amanda, so hard cheese - you can't complain at me.

Also, "is that just an empty box or does it have chocolate in it?". Er, yes, Sandra, it's obviously an empty box. Sealed with sellotape. And, er, why the fuck would I bring an empty biscuit box to work? *rolls eyes*

Anyway, I should probably sign this one off and do some work. My hands are bloody freezing because I'm sitting in a draught (draft?) as per frelling usual. It's a good job I can type with gloves on.
teylaminh: (Erik - blank)
So, yesterday was interesting and annoying in equal measure.

It was Liz's last day, so we were having a leaving lunch in the Conference room. I made some fairy cakes (which actually got eaten this time) and we had a ridiculous amount of food.

We started preparing everything at about 11.00, which included cooking stuff, decorating the room, putting the food out, etc, etc. Nina (annoying Senior Prac from upstairs; she's a very good social worker, but she's demanding and irritating and won't accept no for an answer) wandered down to ask me to tell her when everything would be ready, so I said we were aiming for 12.30.

I was in the kitchen chatting to Tina H about stuff while we finished microwaving the rice, having left an empty room for ten minutes. I went back in to put out another big serving spoon and the bloody Social Workers were queuing to get into the room.

It's just as well the chicken balti Liz had made was the last thing to go out, or there would've been none left for us. I was especially annoyed by this, as I'd taken my camera in and wanted to get a photograph of the spread.

I'd also planned to get some photos of the team for Liz but work stress got in the way of it. I don't know why I bother.

(Mrrrgh. Go away, phone. I don't want to talk to Maxine.)

So, anyway, in all of this, we discovered this morning that we'd forgotten to give Liz her card. She liked the bracelet part of the present and said nothing about the perfume, so she either hates it or has about six bottles of it already... Which is my fault, as that was my idea, and I was the one who found out which one it was that she used to wear...

I left work at about 4.15 and was back an hour later (258 bus's fault) and left the station to find a rainbow in the sky, which was quite pleasant. I did take a picture with my phone, but I'm not sure if it came out... will find out later.

Anyway, I headed back out again at 6.00ish. Had to wear my trainers because my feet were being annoying and cramping up again, but since they're sparkly it didn't look too bad, and my jeans were long enough to conceal them anyway.

I wasn't looking forward to going that much, and I've realised that my nervous reaction of yawning uncontrollably, tired or not, is more of an anxiety reaction than anything else. We started at All Bar One, and due to aforesaid anxiety I drank my first glass of wine a bit too quickly. We had some of their little platter things (6 for £20) between four of us, which were quite nice.

There were 8 of us at the start: me, Liz, Sandra, Natasha, Cynthia, Amanda, Val (who will be replacing Liz in a couple of weeks) and Liz's friend, and Val left at about 8.00. Also, Cynthia and I were wearing the same bolero top, which luckily nobody except us noticed...

We went to Risa afterwards, where we all got IDed. Liz thought the bouncer was kidding, until we spotted a sign on the door that said if you looked under 25 you'd be asked for ID. Ironic, considering I was the only one there who was actually under 25. They let us all in, anyway...

In Risa I had two vodka and pineapples and one glass out of a pitcher of Sex on the Beach (orange, cranberry and vodka) and was feeling drunk-tired but not overly so. We sat and talked until the music got too loud (I hate that) and I left at about 11.00.

Which is when the annoyance started.

I was waiting for the 126, which was due at 11.10. At 11.05, all of the buses due at that time turned up - on time. I waited until 11.15 and presumed that the 126 had come early and I'd just missed it, so I wandered off to get a taxi.

I'd no sooner got into the taxi when the 126 pulled up three cars behind. Which meant that I spent a tenner on a taxi that I didn't have to.

And this morning I couldn't find my bus pass.

Okay. So it was in the (large, flat; large enough for a bus pass but not large enough that it would fall out) back pocket of my jeans while I was waiting at the bus stop. I took it out when the fleet of 11.05 buses turned up, just in case one of them (ha!) was mine. Then I put it back, and I know it was in there because I had my hands in my back pockets to keep them warm.

So it's either fallen out in the back of the taxi (no idea how) or it's on my bedroom floor somewhere from when I took my jeans off again. I didn't have time to look properly this morning, but I'm incredibly annoyed by this. If my bloody bus had been on time, I would've put it straight back into my purse after getting on the bus, rather than leaving it in my back pocket in the taxi. If it's not in my room, I'll probably never see it again, as I have no idea which taxi firm it was.

I'm sure I can phone Centro and tell them, but it's still annoying, and it'll probably be a battle of wills.

I became convinced a long time ago that TWM is, in fact, the Devil incarnate. However, I am now led to believe that they're in cahoots with Broad Street taxis. I mean, on Friday and Saturday nights they don't serve the top end of it, so you either have to walk all the way down to McDonalds/OhVelvet, or get a taxi. They're only every half an hour, and even then they're not on time, so you get cold/bored/tired, and so you get a taxi.

The taxis, by this logic, are therefore Mephistopheles, the Tempter. Sitting there in their warm, comfortably-furnished queues, their little orange signs glowing appealingly, whispering "Travel in meeee."

Either way, they're all bastards, and they need to go back to the depths of Hell from whence they came.

I am not impressed. I really hope it's on my bedroom floor. :(
teylaminh: (Random - Sunset orange)
It's frelling annoying, that's why.

Today I was planning on leaving at 4.30 so I could get into town and get all the bits I needed - a card for David, some jewellery from Argos, and some wrapping paper.  As it turned out, I didn't get to leave until about 4.50, because the social workers next door kept summoning me into their office to help them with various computer problems - mostly related to online application forms being annoying when they were printing them.

There was, however, a nice moment when one of the newer Chairs, who's based at Silvermere, called Joan, had turned up to cover a conference for us and needed the Care Plan typing up.  She pretty much dictated it over my shoulder and then I tidied it up and printed it off.  She likes the way I lay things out so much she's going to take a photocopy of it to show the admin at Silvermere - go, go, typist revolution!  :D  She seems very nice, though, very fast-talking and incredibly cheerful, so when Liz H goes we're all really hoping we get Joan.  Probably won't, though.  I wonder if we can request our next PO?

Of course, the way things are going we'll all have left by then.  Cynthia's been doing her application form all morning and Amanda and Sandra are both considering looking elsewhere as well... I'm in two minds about doing the same, especially as there's a pro rata Scale 3, term-time only job going at Martineau Centre that's basically like what the CPAs do here, except for education.  Secretarial/Admin Assistant, basically typing, minuting, diary management, etc, etc... the closing date is Thursday, though, so I'd better make my mind up.  It's, like, half an hour from my house.  I could walk there, fer Chrissakes.

Also, it might mean I didn't have to put up with sentences like this. )

So, yes, anyway, didn't leave work til later than I was anticipating, so didn't get to town until 5.15.  I thought, well, Argos is nearest, I'll go there first and work backwards.

And then I remembered why I bloody hate Argos.

The queues weren't too long and the assistants weren't as gormless as usual, but she directed me straight to the jewellery counter (I was buying a set of five body balls, because I keep losing them off all my belly bars and it's annoying), whereupon the trouble started.  There was one woman serving at the jewellery counter, who seemed to be the slowest person in the entire world... and to make matters worse, she happened to be serving the most indecisive, oblivious, annoying customers ever.  Seriously, how long does it take just to buy a bloody watch?  Are you so self-absorbed, annoying couple, that you can't see the queue forming behind you, let alone the teenager you've dragged along with you getting bored out of her blonde little brain?

While I was waiting for someone to serve me (the One Server didn't even look in my direction once), the store tannoy thing announced that it was closing, and the manager started standing near the door threateningly trying to coax people out.  Eventually, after they'd shut the main tills, one of the other servers came over to help out, while Annoying Watch Couple bought their damn watch and then started to ask more bloody questions.  Ye gods.  By the time they'd left, new girl had gone into the back to get the merchandise for me and the other customers waiting, and the original server then decided to ask if we were all okay.

Bloody hell.

Luckily, WHSmith and Clintons were both still open so I managed to get the rest of what I was looking for (£3.70 for a card!  Apparently, it's expensive to have taste these days...), and then headed back to get the bus.  Which, by the way, if it had pulled up to the bloody bus stop it was supposed to, I could've run for rather than only realising it was my bus (from behind) after it had started to pull away.  The bastard drivers have done that on more than one occasion, too.  Once, it stopped to let people off a full two stops before the one it should've done, then proceeded to drive past the large queue of people waiting to get on... except we all chased after it so the driver had to stop.  I swear, it's only on the buses I get...

Anyway, got home, ate food, wrapped present, set video for Bones (we have a lot of those to watch...), wrote this, and will now briefly check my f-list and do some embroidery.  Hopefully after this week I should have enough flex to take a day off.
teylaminh: (JC - cockroach OTP - J/M)
Interesting one, today...

I was in extremely early, for a start... which is why half term is generally A Good Thing, because the buses aren't packed.

I did extremely little until people started arriving, and then I started doing work.  Luckily I have extremely copious amounts of work, so I had something to do all day, at least.

Sandra arrived at 9.40 and said nothing.  In fact, she said nothing to me all day.

She whinged momentarily when one of the Social Workers said they'd seen her new coat - for which she paid just over £100 in Mango - in Marks and Sparks for £75, because her reputation, apparently, was in shatters. Aside from the fact she only bought the coat because she saw one just like it in a movie, and the way she wanders around in it you'd think she was the Queen or something.  Honey, I will always have a better coat than you.  Once you accept that, things will be much better for you.

Mostly I was doing stuff for Natasha today; random bits and bobs.  And then I was summoned into CM3's office because Virginia and Gail had ganged up on me and told their new SSWA how good I was at Them Computers, and I ended up staying in there for 10 minutes helping everyone out.  One of them offered me the Team Assistant job since their TA left recently... but I refused.  So that was quite entertaining, at least.  Especially when the aforesaid Social Worker grabbed me by the wrist so I couldn't leave.  But when I'm generally more accessible than our AWOL ITSO, it's to be expected.

I left at about 5.00, fifteen minutes after Sandra (at least she deigned to say goodnight...) and got on a train that was empty, pretty much, which was extremely fortuitous.  However, I was then waiting half an hour for a bus, which was extremely annoying.

All right, maybe it wasn't that extreme today, but I had the idea for this entry in my head and decided to run with it...

It should be more coherent, but I've just got in, done some washing, changed my bed, tidied my room and wrapped/created things for Paul's present, so I am, to coin a phrase, knackered.

Just eating my fish pie and waiting for Paul's imminent arrival into our House of Germs.  I managed to escape his lurgie last night but David's got it as well, and the long wait for the bus this evening has made me all sneezy and snuffly, right in time for my annual leave - hurrah.  Thank you, TWM.

Anyway.  That's all.
teylaminh: (Random - rose)
I did an entry this afternoon at work, because I was losing the will to live...

This afternoon's entry )

So, yes, not that exciting, really.

It took me slightly longer to get home today than I would like.  I left work at 5.30 and got back at 6.45, due to train stupidity.  It was delayed by 10 minutes and subsequently rammed (mostly because it was only two carriages long - nice planning there, Centro) and then another one turned up 5 minutes or so later that was empty.  The bus wasn't too bad.  Also, the lights in the tunnel just before the station weren't working, so there was a big, spooky chasm to the right...

We're having enchiladas for dinner. :)

Going to Paul's tomorrow so will update on Thursday, assuming anything exciting happens, which it probably won't.  We're still working through Twin Peaks so should at least get up to episodes 2 and 3 tomorrow night.  It's not like there's anything on telly.
teylaminh: (Random - Rocky lips)
I was going to do this earlier in the month and forgot because I'm rubbish, but nevertheless...

If you want to come to see Rocky Horror at the Alexandra this year, please email me.

The party so far includes:

My mum
David (all definites)
[livejournal.com profile] metalmikey666
[livejournal.com profile] rubytitania (not sure if they're definites)

I am willing to book tickets for a large group, under the following conditions:

1. Everyone pays me promptly, preferably by cheque.
2. Everyone is absolutely sure they want to come and nobody's going to pull out at the last minute.
3. In the event of the above, make sure someone else can use the ticket.  Because otherwise, it's a waste of money, and we can't get refunds.
4. Everyone is prepared to come in costume.  I am very strict on this.  I don't care if you're a Rocky virgin; I may consider a pre-show viewing of the film if anyone's absolutely stuck and/or petrified by this concept and if the numbers are small enough to accommodate, but large enough to warrant it.  I'm not really keen on lending out my DVD.
5. By costume, I obviously mean Rocky-related.  Not, like, a pirate or something.
6. Everyone is certain they can actually attend the date I will provide below.

We'll be going on the first night of the tour in Birmingham, which is TUESDAY 2ND MAY 2006.  This is mostly because it's traditional, and because there used to be a good chance Richard O'Brien would turn up on the first/second night/s.  Not sure if that's still true, but it's worth a try.

A stage door lurk at the end of the night will be optional for those who want to get autographs.  There's usually someone good playing the Narrator, at least.

Yes, I will be going for the best seats I can get.  This will be expensive, so no whinging when it comes to paying up.

And yes, there will be photographs of everyone in their costumes.

If you want to come, e-mail me by the end of this week.  teylaminh at yahoo dot co do you-kay.  I was going to email everyone who'd expressed an interest, but this is probably quicker.  If you think someone hasn't checked their LJ, by all means let them know.


If you haven't emailed me by the end of the week and you want to go, tough shit.  I'll be getting the tickets on Monday lunchtime or after work, so you technically have until then.  I'm not prepared to wait around for people, and I hate trying to organise things at the best of times because, quite frankly, I don't need the stress of it all.  So if you're not going with me and mine, organise it yourselves.

In other news, I wish LJ would sort out the custom mood theme glitch and gimme me pictures back. :(

Also, I got about three dirty looks off Sandra today for no good reason, but I can't be bothered to rant about that.  I did 39.11 hours last week, so it's hardly surprising I was exhausted all weekend.  I finished Shafiq's backlog this morning and then found out there's 2-3 more lurking somewhere that need doing.  I've also still got those Asylum Team minutes to do (the deadline is tomorrow - er, not going to happen, and Maxine can bitch all she likes, but I have my own priorities) and some from SHAO that are still at Amanda's house.  Don't ask.

I'm knackered, but probably won't be able to sleep again.
teylaminh: (MH - Worshipped & Adored by Many)
Right, well, after negotiations I have asked my parental body very nicely if she'll bid on teH hat for me. There are two days left on it and currently only one bid, and the shipping for the UK would be $12.00... which isn't that bad, and it makes a nice change to have them even ship beyond the USA... (especially after the fiasco trying to get hold of that Willy Wonka coat.)

I came into work this morning to find an envelope from GCH's typist, containing some Asylum Team minutes that Maxine wants me to type. This is the stuff, if you recall, that is now "the responsibility of the All Saints typist".

Considering that I was not consulted or even told about this decision (since I wasn't on Tina R's emailing list), I'm incredibly tempted to just ignore them. They're certainly not getting frelling prioritised, and I don't care that the "at the latest" required date is Tuesday. My priority is Ladywood, thank you very much.

Bah. Tina H hasn't emailed us (except a generic one about a new shared directory) or phoned us since Friday. I suspect she may be avoiding us...
teylaminh: (MH - take my hand - D/Y)
Sometimes, I honestly wonder how people get to be managers...  You'd think it would involve some level of people skills, right?

Tina R doesn't seem to possess any.  She can flip from being sane and pleasant to angry, ranting and terrifying at the drop of a hat, then switch right back again to apologise if you happened to get the brunt of her rage.  She's demanding and stubborn and impatient and fails to understand the phrase "she's on the other line at the moment".  And she also sends emails last thing on a Friday afternoon (at 3.45) that send the entire office into a tizzy.

The email )

So, yeah.  I sense a team meeting may be coming very shortly.

I think what pisses me off the most about this is that we weren't even consulted and didn't know the Tinas were even having a meeting.  Having expressly stated my workload is currently huge and I can't do any more cover, they go and assign me more work to do for bloody GCH, when the ideal solution would be to get another typist there, rather than dumping it all in my hands because I'm efficient.  There are limits to my efficiency; I'm only human, FFS, and they'll be the first to complain when I'm drowning and need help.  And then who are they going to turn to?

This Asylum Team typing thing also has repurcussions for Cynthia, because she's refusing to distribute them, and rightly so.  They're not our cases, and she has enough to do considering she's only part time.

It also seems like they haven't taken into account that I don't drive and am reliant on either getting a lift or using public transport, and to get to GCH would involve at least two buses in and out of the city centre.  Or they have and, as stated, Maxine is coming over to LAO.  Which I really don't want, because if she's as snarky in person as she was via email I'm just going to refuse to type for her.  I sent her a polite email back last time explaining that our Chairs do things slightly differently and frelling apologising because she made me feel so guilty about it, and she replied, grudgingly, saying I was right.  Quite frankly, I don't need that kind of hassle going on when I've already got Sandra to contend with.

We definitely all need to get together and discuss this.  Tina H hasn't phoned us up or anything since Friday, so she knows she's going to get her ears bitten off the next time she sees us...

In other, unrelated annoyances, I'd left my phone off silent today and received a text message while it was in my bag.  My phone makes a slightly comedic "Boooing" noise when it gets a text and it's fairly loud.  The message came through and both Amanda and Sandra looked up, giving me filthy looks.  Which I wouldn't be annoyed about if everyone else didn't leave their phones on the loudest bloody setting all day, especially Cynthia and Amanda, who get texts and phonecalls all day on their mobiles.  So that was rather irritating.

I'm also bloody exhausted because it took me an hour and a half to get home.  I missed my first train by about 30 seconds and the next one was delayed by 5 minutes or so, then I was waiting 30 minutes for a 258 so didn't get back until 7.00, having left 11.5 hours earlier this morning and having been at work since 8.30.  Seriously, if I don't gain some flex out of this week I'm going to hurt people.

Aaanyway.  I'm going to have a bath in a bit and then snuggle up in bed with my embroidery.  Or perhaps try and turn my little inspiration from Friday night into something recognisable.
teylaminh: (Default)
MGM-day at the Old Contemptibles.  Quite a good turn out, all things considered.  If memory serves: me, [livejournal.com profile] yoshithedragon, [livejournal.com profile] shabe and his mate, whose name I've forgotten, [livejournal.com profile] my_own_mandate, [livejournal.com profile] miss_scooter, [livejournal.com profile] joetimewaster, [livejournal.com profile] metalmikey666 + random acquaintance, Claire, [livejournal.com profile] rubytitania and Shooty, making a first time appearance.  The night involved bitching about work (more on that later) to Ben, discussing absent 'friends', playing pool very badly whilst drunk, drinking absolutely awful rosé that gradually tasted vaguely like wine after we'd finished the first bottle (...) and getting a lift back because we were rather too drunk to try and walk home safely...

There was one random little incident that sparked a bit of inspiration for... something.  I don't know what, but it's good that I'm getting little sentences popping into my head again. :)  The difficult part is now figuring out what to do with them.

Also on Friday I thought my walkman was fucked (my tape walkman, that is), which I was very annoyed about because it's a bloody good walkman and was quite expsensive... and also because I'd finally gotten around to listening to the mixtape Paul made for me, got through the first two songs and then it became completely unlistenable due to warbliness.  We tried the tape later at his house and it was fine, so I presumed my walkman had died for no apparent reason... though the tape plays fine at home as well, and the walkman is playing all my other tapes just fine.  So I blame his stereo system doing weird things to my cheap-ass cassettes...

On Friday, I also discovered, quite wonderfully, that St John's Wort completely kills off the effects of PMT. :D  (62 days this time; only 10 off my record of 72.  Meh.  Stupid body.)  It was, needless to say, very nice indeed not to have the usual brain-explodiness.

We were - get this - up before 10.30am.  Which is completely unthinkable, really...  I don't remember what we did other than watch crappy television all day... we popped down the road for Vimto and painkillers at one point.  Er... nope, that's actually all I remember.  I had a 30 second nap at one point during an ad break because my eyes wouldn't stay open.

Er, more television.  Mostly EastEnders (remind me not to miss two weeks' worth ever again...), something on DVD (curse my memory!), The Rutles (I fell asleep half an hour or so before the end, exhausted again) and Meet Joe Black.

I am finally back in credit with my flex-time, by a measley hour, but at least it's progress.  I'll be using my five days of leave up in mid-February, most likely from the 20th onwards, and if I have a flex-day to use, all the better.  I'm hoping to work ridiculously long hours this week to get through all of my bloody work (working on five of Shafiq's backlog per day, I should get them done by the end of the week, as I now only have 20 sets left, plus the current stuff) and gain some flex in the process.  It shouldn't be this difficult to do more than 36.5 hours per week if I can just get up on bloody time in the mornings, but it's not as easy as it sounds, apparently... Honestly, those people doing 33.5 hours a week don't know how lucky they are. :P

I came home to a pile of post, including my stuff from Amazon (Twin Peaks Season 1 + Fire, Walk With Me, and Antony & the Johnsons' I Am A Bird Now, which I've heard some interesting things about...), a letter/cheque from my nan, even though I told her not to, and a large, scary parcel that turned out to be from Vicky and contain my My Fair Lady programme (she took it home with her because I didn't have a bag with me at the time) and a copy of OK! magazine with an interview with Yvette Fielding in it.  She and Karl are the most adorable couple evar, and I want her house.  Like, now.

That's about everything, I think.  Oh, except I also came back to a deserted house (with a car outside...) because David's gone to pick up his new car today instead of Wednesday so they've taken it for a test drive...  Anyway, it's nearly time for Paul McKenna, so I'll sign this one off...
teylaminh: (Farscape - John&Aeryn - happiness)
So. It looks like I have a lot of work ahead of me. We decided to help Shafiq with his backlog of outstanding minutes to get him out of trouble... which has resulted in me having to go through his filing cabinet to find the overdue paperwork (about 25 sets, by the looks of things). The next stage is to make a list of them all so that Cynthia can help to prioritise them, and go to photocopy his notebooks to get the minutes for typing.

This is going to take days. If I wasn't so proud, I'd request help from a temp. :P

But hopefully I may be able to get in lots of overtime and gain a flex day. Hopefully. Assuming I don't die of exhaustion. In any case, I have five days of annual leave to use up before April, so I'll be taking a well-deserved week off at some point.

Well, I'm going to Matalan tonight for some retail therapy. :D

Mental health stuff )

And on that introspective note, I need the loo. And then I'll get working on that backlog, because it's ogling me from the desk in the corner.


Jan. 25th, 2006 08:57 am
teylaminh: (Random - Trees)
(Another one for [livejournal.com profile] currahee. :P)

It's a bit nippy out there (and in here), isn't it? But luckily enough, I got a lift in today... :)

We're having a team lunch later - literally; Tina H is coming and letting us take it as a half-hour break rather than the two hours it'll actually be.

I'm a bit bored at work at the moment. The sum total of my workload yesterday included - literally - shredding. And then practicing my typing accuracy by doing some overtyping. Because yes, I was that bored. The good thing was I got to spend the majority of the day downstairs in the admin office, and they're all completely mad. The atmosphere's a lot more relaxed down there, and there was hardly any of them in so it was fairly quiet.

This morning I have a set of invite letters to do, which'll take me all of fifteen minutes... maybe half an hour if I type slowly. Luckily, Natasha is in today so I might get some typing later, hopefully. If not - back to the overtyping, I guess. At least it looks vaguely like I'm doing work... This is the other reason I'm half-tempted to offer to work both here and SHAO on a 2.5-day-each-way basis, if only to let the work accumulate here (the main reason being to get away from Sandra for a couple of days)... but honestly, I'm not getting paid enough. :P

There may be a list coming soon of all the things I intensely dislike about that woman coming soon, so be warned...

Ho hum. Booooored. Cooooold. Soooooup.

(PS: Anyone know why Naomi's journal was suspended [[livejournal.com profile] last_dance]? I thought she'd just deleted it but the blurb on the journal says it's been suspended. On a similar note, does anyone know if I've done something to offend her in any way? She didn't even let me know she was back in Birmingham a few weeks ago... but I suppose I shouldn't really be surprised. Nobody ever tells me anything.)

Oy. I'll find something to do...
teylaminh: (Random - Eyes)

We did the majority of the moving of things today, which resulted in a more spacious office and a nice, empty Railex cabinet, though it'll be even emptier when we get a new one... assuming they let us have one.  Productivity = good.  But still.  OW.  My legs feel like they've been squashed by a large object, and my back will definitely be murdering me tomorrow, plus I have an interesting bruise on the knuckle of my right little finger.

So, here's what we all did today.  Cynthia, Amanda and I moved furniture - two desks, two sets of drawers, the fridge, the Railex.  Amanda and I emptied the Railex pre-moving.  We have vaccuumed the dusty corners.  I have rearranged and tidied my desk.  Cynthia did some shredding and some sorting of files.  I set up Sandra's CPU for her, and also the spare one which has now moved into 'supervisor's corner' (heh) so that Tina H will be able to use it if she so desires, assuming it's all set up and intranet-ready since it was the one the temps always used...  We discovered a door behind the Railex, thought we'd uncovered a Secret Cupboard, and it turned out to lead into the corridor. :(  I have spent three hours sorting out the 2005 de-registration files into the cabinet, resulting in aforesaid bruise and leg pains, due to them being on the bottom two shelves.

And while we have been doing all of this, what has Sandra been doing?  Shredding.  Downstairs.  ALL DAY.

Only to come back up at lunchtime when Cynthia had gone home, Amanda had gone out for well-deserved fresh air, and I was eating my lunch and waiting for the pain to stop, and proclaim, "What's all this shit on my desk?" - which Amanda explained had been on her desk in the first place, and turned out to be a convening list that she was meant to do which she gave to me, and which I gave back to Cynthia a few days ago for some reason, so then the so-called 'shit' ended up on my desk again.  As usual.

Yeah, hello?  This desk here?  MY DESK.  Personal space.  Learn this, and I won't start muttering obscenities under my breath.  My desk may be messy by most people's standards, but I know where everything is, and I don't appreciate things being dumped on top of my keyboard when I have two clearly labelled in trays.

Other than that, it was an otherwise pleasant morning.  I changed the radio to Kerrang when I was on my own and nobody seems to have noticed yet, so hopefully I'll get to listen to some decent music for a while instead of bloody Galaxy all the time.

Yeah.  I go die now.
teylaminh: (Random - rainbow)
Sunday = evening spent at Paul's watching Team America: World Police (I've had "I'm So Ronery" in my head ever since...) and some of Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid until exhaustion set in.  Moving videos is exhausting.

Monday = watched all of series 3 of Little Britain in one go, had nice chicken-tonight thing with philadelphia-flavoured mash.

Today = for some reason, utter exhaustion.  I didn't get to work til 10.00 and left at 5.15 when I'd lost the will to live.  Yesterday everyone abandoned me while they went off to 'help' Cynthia in a meeting at SHAO that only she'd been invited to, and as a result of that meeting they've decided to rearrange the entire office and move all down my end of it so everyone's sitting together.  Let it be noted that they didn't actually tell me the outcome of the meeting either yesterday when they came back or this morning... but whatever, it's being mentioned in my supervision.

You'd think common sense would dictate that if you're going to move to a different desk, you'd have to take your hard-drive - and hence your CPU - with you, wouldn't you?  Not in our office, apparently.  I spent some portion of the day unplugging and replugging Amanda's CPU and printer (because obviously the colour-coded leads on the back are too complicated to put together...) and will probably have to do the same for Cynthia and Sandra's tomorrow, as that's our designated Tidying Up Day (filing cabinet included...)

Sandra has managed to piss me off twice today in the space of 20 minutes.  During the discussion about where people were going to sit, she said, referring to the desk directly opposite and facing mine, "I'm not being funny, but I don't want to sit there."  Er, okay.  Fine by me; I'd rather sit opposite Amanda anyway.  But honestly.  What is it?  Do I smell?  Am I so hideous to look at?  Geeze.  (She'll hate it in the summer when she's getting blinded in the late afternoon - which I've told her three times without her registering I was talking, so on her own head be it.  I've stopped trying to be helpful where Sandra's concerned.  She Knows Best, after all.)

And then, in a discussion about who was checking my clocking-in card, she managed to do it again.  Amanda and Cynthia are meant to swap theirs, and Sandra and I are meant to swap ours. We managed this for one entire week before they all managed to forget about me - and not for want of suggesting it, either.  So, midway through checking Cynthia's card today, Sandra realised something was amiss and Amanda explained again who was meant to be checking whose card.

Cynthia: "So do you want to check Becky's then-"
Sandra: "Nah, I'll just check yours, Cynth..."

Charming.  Okay, maybe it's not the smell. Maybe I just have cooties.

Anyway, that's also being brought up in my supervision, as the past two days I've been feeling like a second-rate employee who isn't part of the so-called 'team'.  I was tempted to offer to work half-time at SHAO in the absence of their full-time typist, if only because it'll get me out of the office, away from Sandra, for 2.5 days... but I'll probably end up killing Hannah within the hour.  We'll have to see, I suppose.

I think I'll do a bit of embroidery before I collapse from exhaustion.  I nearly fell asleep at my desk earlier...
teylaminh: (SB - Betty - Oh you!)
So, yes, I'm not at the cinema.  As you may have noticed. Or not.  Paul has come down with the lurgy again and now I'm not seeing him til Monday.  But on the plus side, that'll be 9 months, and will hopefully be less aggravating and OMG-drama than 8 was.  We'll see.

In reference to the subject: as I was going down for my dinner about an hour or so ago, my door got caught on my slipper.  When I tried to jerk my foot to get it out, I brought the door with it, straight into my temple.  It even made my teeth judder.  I now have a lovely little lump there, and it hurt for about 15 minutes.  They do say more accidents occur in the home...

Sandra was off today, and Amanda's been off sick all week, so it was just me and Cynthia in the office, which was nice.  Quiet.  Productive.  I'm currently doing some typing for SHAO (did I mention this? I don't remember) and had a lovely email off Sue Stokes this afternoon.  She's something of a perfectionist and I've been paranoid, whilst typing said minutes, that she'd demand ridiculously petty corrections on them... but instead, the email said "it's a pleasure working with you. Your minutes were perfect!".

...Call this job satisfaction?

Well... yeah, g'wan then. It's nice to get mostly unwarranted praise sometimes.  And really, it is unwarranted; I'm not good, I'm just better.  I know what I'm doing, and I do it without any hassle.  I think at the moment, that's worth a lot.

There was another curiosity earlier, but I'm not sure if it was my imagination making more of it than what really happened... a letter got returned to us claiming the address didn't exist, and it transpired that Cynthia had written it down wrong (she'd put 79 instead of 76 as the house number; not sure how, probably got the wrong thing off the Social Worker...) so I'd typed it on the letter wrong.  It took us a while to find the convening list to find out why because - as usual - there's no file for me to put the copies of the letters into because it's awaiting transfer from SHAO (along with about 15 others...), but I eventually found it in my distributions pile...  Anyway, she said something to the effect of this:

"I know there's a convening list for this one, because I gave it to Sandra..."

...in such a manner as to imply she should've damn well done it in the first place and not fobbed it off onto me.  So clearly she's been noticing.

Hm.  Anyway, this was delayed due to watching My Name Is Earl, which is shaping up to be quite entertaining...
teylaminh: (MH - little boy lost)
Right. Photo of skirt, before I forget. Here. )

Internet's still bost. This may be a sign to change ISPs.

Er, that's about it, really.

Oh, no it's not. More fun at work yesterday with Sandra.

Tina H came over to drop some SHAO typing off for me to do (one of their Chairs was having an 'urgent' day, for some reason, and their latest typist is off sick after four days of work; I'm almost tempted to offer to work both offices. Almost.) and said what Tina R had been saying to her about Shafiq's workload... and she's apparently told Tina R what me and Cynthia have been saying to her about it... basically that Shafiq's saying he's only 6 weeks behind, when we know otherwise.

The actual phrasing went something like this when she was telling us this:

Tina H: Yes, but Cynthia and Becky have both told me differently, and what reason would they have to lie?
Sandra: [sceptically] Well...

So she's implying I'm a liar now? Charming!

And then, after Tina'd gone and Cynthia was ranting away about this (because Tina's broken our confidence on things we've told her in supervision, and mentioned our names to Tina R), I was all for joining in the conversation, until Sandra told me to "turn around please, this is private"

I was very close to saying "if you've got something to say, you can say it to me as well", since I suspect she was bitching again about me telling Tina H about Shafiq's backlog. Which affects my own workload, thank you very much, so she should keep her nose out of it. But instead, stunned as usual by her behaviour, I turned around.

Whatever. I'm past caring now.

In a slightly more bizarre twist on things, Cynthia is now referring to me as "my girl". Which is strange. She's used it twice now to refer to me.

Anyway. It's cold in here, as usual. I have my hospital appointment this afternoon, and then my final counselling appointment at 4.30. I need to get insoles for my trainers. That is all.
teylaminh: (Random - Eyes)
I'll do a "2005 in review" post or something resembling one a bit later on, assuming I can remember anything about the year. I might take the time to link to old LJ entries like I did a while ago...

For now, though, a generic update about the Day Today.

I was quite tired this morning. Had quite a strange dream about getting the train to work... I was listening to my MP3 player on the train and nearly missed my stop, and then when I did get off the train there was a ramp from the platfrom up and out through the cemetery (note to self: take camera to get some pictures for [livejournal.com profile] deathly_decayed, if this is possible without being arrested). I was trying to get some money out of what I thought was a cash machine, but it turned out that it only dispensed floppy discs and ink cartridges. Quite bizarre, especially considering I managed to forget my debit card this morning...

Having finally got off my fat behind to sort out my bus pass by Direct Debit (why did I not do this before? For some reason, I thought they needed two passport photos, but it turned out they didn't... and then, as it transpired, I found 8 of them in a drawer, presumably done for just such a purpose) I am now considering changing to a Centro Card. I did a few sums this morning, and the basic outcome is this:

  • using only the bus to and from work would ordinarily cost me approximately £88.00/month. That doesn't include other journeys. My bus pass is about £35.00/month, thus saving me £53.00/month.
  • using the bus and train would potentially cost me either £102.00/month (with a return) or £96.00/month (with a single, only going home by train, not to work). That doesn't include random £1.60 fares to/from Bournville. A 3-zone CentroCard is £55.00/month, which saves me £41.00/month.

Definitely worth considering. TWM have already sent me February's card, and I have to give a month's notice, so I should probably sort it out mid-January...

Anyway, enough of the maths. Today, Amanda and Cynthia and both POs are on leave. I've been here since 8.15 this morning (can't do any typing - not that I have much to do - because the P and U drives are offline again...) and Sandra arrived at her usual 9.30, just as I was carrying two reams of paper along the corridor to go upstairs. She asked if I was struggling, but then turned right into the loos rather than, like, helping me.

She then proceeded to take down all of the Christmas decorations other than the stuff in my corner and the tree, which I've since taken down anyway. She even took down the old thank-you cards and postcards from our card-pillar, (except for one, for some reason), and buggered off again at about 11.00. As Paul noted, she apparently only came in to make the office miserable rather than do any work.

(ETA: She's back now. Having a personal phone call, but back nonetheless...)

Despite this, and the fact that I couldn't sleep last night (spent four days with Paul and missed him...) I'm in a surprisingly good mood. Possibly because I found about 50p hidden in my purse, so have enough to go home by train tonight. :)

Resolutions from 2005 )

Enough of that. I'll make some more when I've done my lowdown. For now, I'd better sign this off and do some more photocopying. Yay, toner.
teylaminh: (Random - Trees)
I found it!  I accidentally posted it to [livejournal.com profile] urban_decay.  Not entirely sure how I managed that, but anyway, if anyone's interested, here it is:

Lost entry from 23/12/05 )

Now that's sorted, a quick lowdown before I carry on checking my emails...

The meal on Friday was quite pleasant; Gemma didn't turn up in the end, and it was nice to catch up with Crystal.  Rachel's still Rachel, and we're both still different people, but it was nice anyway.  Went back to Paul's afterwards via Tesco to buy wine.

Woke up at about 7.30 on Saturday morning unable to breathe, took a cold tablet, and then managed to get a couple more hours of sleep after effectively killing off the cold germs.  Which was good.  We had breakfast, then went to mine so I could get ready to go out for drinks at the Briar... via Bearwood to get last-minute presents of Christmas cacti and lager glasses...

Time seemed to slow to a crawl by the evening; I was at the pub about 3 hours or so and it felt like a lot more... everyone left/arrived in drips and drabs and we both disappeared at 7.30ish.  And went off to find another pub that was quieter, as we were being antisocial in the Briar anyway due to being very tired.  The Old Joint Stock was just closing (at 8.30!) so we went to the Yard of Ale and were the only couple in there... we played Hangman on the ItBox for about 2 hours and won about £10 out of it... plus another £1 that we found stuck underneat the screen.  So that was nice. :)  I think we finally left about 11.00 or thereabouts.  Quite a pleasant evening.

Today: woke up feeling very very ill despite hardly drinking at all last night, with a headache.  I took a painkiller that didn't work, tried to take a cold tablet and couldn't because my gag reflex kicked in before the tablet even hit the back of my throat.  I was feeling far too ill to even finish the lovely scrambled-eggs-and-smoked-salmon that David made,  but had, at least, recovered enough to eat 95% of my huuuge Christmas dinner.

Presents this year were thoughtful, meaningful and very cool.  From what I can remember:

  • Charlie & the Chocolate Factory DVD (the box smells of chocolate!  No, seriously!) from David's parents.
  • new slippers
  • new pyjamas
  • slipper socks to match the pyjamas
  • lots of stuff framed by David: one of my embroideries of some dream catchers that I completed ages ago, and three prints I picked up at London Expo a few years back of Farscape, Moulin Rouge! and Nightmare Before Christmas
  • a Sleepy Hollow film cell display thing not unlike the Charlie one I got for my birthday
  • a framed Corpse Bride picture with some random cells in it
  • a star-shaped ornamental light from Ikea
  • an embroidery (cross-stitch) set of a stained-glass window depicting a rose, that I saw in Readicut months ago...
  • lots of chocolate
  • the most amazing clock in the world, for my bedroom, bought in France when they went through the Tunnel a few weeks back to buy booze, booze and more booze.  I can't describe it.  You'll have to wait for the photos, but it's absolutely gorgeous and I nearly cried when I saw it...
  • some black 'opium'-scented candles
  • a black pillar candle that melts red from the inside.  Which, oddly enough, I mentioned Mara getting for her birthday not 10 minutes before opening it...
  • a super-cool uber-gay rainbow-coloured Space Pen off Eni. :D
  • a Little Book of Dreams from [livejournal.com profile] jackiesjottings. :)
  • Chicago London soundtrack off Vicky (with Ruthie Henshall, yay!)
  • unicorn-shaped soap
  • various monetary things in the form of cheques and gift vouchers
  • probably some other bits I've forgotten

And, of course, the present-giving continues tomorrow, as Paul and I decamp to [livejournal.com profile] purrr3's house to catsit and have our own little Christmas...

We had pork and turkey for lunch/dinner.  I am absolutely stuffed.  We forced David to watch Nightmare Before Christmas (he fell asleep) and have spent the latter part of the evening watching the new Christmas Simpons and The Great British Christmas, full of annoying rich people and screaming children, which was... enlightening.

Right.  I think that's all there is to mention.  Back to the emails.  Next year I promise to be more organised and therefore more Christmas spirited, as I feel I've been rather a humbug this year, not to mention unoriginal with card greetings and presents.  Next year, as I keep saying, everything will be better.

teylaminh: (WIW - Marian)
Networked printers are a pain in the eema. Especially when the network dies and they don't work.

I can't be bothered to retype, so I've copied it from the email I sent to Paul...

Ye Printing Faga

Sandra hands me a convening list to send out some invites as the Conference has been reconvened. Quite how she expects me to print them off is a different matter, since our printer has been b0rk since the network outage.

So, anyway, I have the bright idea of saving all of the bits I need to disc, taking it into the POs room and printing off on the non-used PC in there, as it has its own printer. Fine. Easy.

Except it does stupid things to documents and has made all the emboldened bits on the letters squashed together, for NO APPARENT REASON. Sigh. So I try to take the disc out to see if they're still the same on my comptuer (and being an idiot, had only saved them to that disc...) and it EATS the disc.

Right. So I come back to my desk and type them ALL AGAIN. And save them to another disc and ask Natasha nicely if I can use her printer instead, as she's nearly finished with it. Except this time, the disc refuses to load any of the documents and keeps hanging.

Okay. Cunning plan, think I - I shall save them to our shared directory! Except Natasha doesn't have access to that. Darnit. And, once more, I have only saved the docs. to a disc so have to retype them AGAIN! This time saving them to the shared directory and half-inching Amanda's computer to print off on HER printer. Which works fine, and I delete them from the shared directory...


...and then realise I meant to print off copies for the file as well. No problem, think I, I can photocopy them using the fax machine next door (for I am too lazy to go downstairs), except our fax machine is STUPID and feeds through 20 sheets at once, meaning I have to photocopy them all AGAIN on the right coloured paper.

Holy Hell's teeth on a bicycle. Can I go home yet?

So, that was fun.
teylaminh: (Erik - blank)
...okay, yeah, bitching about me whilst I'm in the office? That's just unacceptable.

And it's still about that stupid admin meeting on Monday.

Apparently the fact that I brought up about Shafiq asking (no, not "demanding", that wasn't my wording as far as I remember) the minute takers to do LAC Reviews and some simple CP Reviews is now cause for discussion, since it's not my "place" to do so, because that's up to the minute-takers to do, as it's their workload.

No, sorry, I disagree. There are four people in the office, and everything that affects one person has a direct affect on everyone else, so I think I'm perfectly entitled to say something. In fact, I'm pretty sure management want an outside, more objective version of events rather than just what the minute-takers themselves say, as they're bound to exaggerate, intentionally or otherwise.

No, don't just apologise for talking about me while I'm in the room. Either have the common decency to wait until I'm not in the room - you had the entire of yesterday afternoon to do that - or just don't do it at all.

I wonder if that job's still going at Martineau Centre...?
teylaminh: (Random - Wheel)
My space bar wasn't working then.  Scary.  I shall not give up this keyboard.  It doesn't help that said spacebar is clogged up with stickiness.  I don't think I want to know.

Anyway.  Further to the update earlier today, here's the rest of what happened yesterday.

Cut for length and boringness )

Sorry for the length of it.  She just pisses.me.off.

On the plus side, there was a random amusement when an email came through about a Health & Safety check that's taking place in our building on 5th December.  This email was sent to Michelle Floyd, all of the Social Work Team Managers... and me.  Someone assumes I am the CP Team Manager.  Heh.  I emailed back saying "Er, I'm not the TM for this team.  That would be Carol Wilkins, who's based at Silvermere" so they forwarded it on to her.  I told her this when she came back up, and Tina exclaimed, "Well, you are very important."

Heh.  Whatever.

Right.  Yay, chicken kebab and chips with garlic mayo. :D
teylaminh: (Random - Garbo)
Firstly, Happy Birthday (belated) to [livejournal.com profile] collie_wing and also to [livejournal.com profile] midnight_gypsy.

So, first counselling thing today.  It was... half and half, I suppose.  Apparently the fact that I know everything is futile is a positive thing as most people don't even get that far, so yay.  I appear to have thoroughly befuddled her.  Go Team Brain.  Ah, well, we shall see what the next five weeks hold.

I went straight home afterwards as the buses are still being ridiculous... or maybe it's only this week I've noticed it with my late starts... or maybe it's just my bus and all the others are a knock-on effect.  Either way, I was home just before 4.00 and have already put the first load of washing in, and it's only just turned 5.00.  I could get used to this.

I'm seriously starting to consider asking Tina H if I can reduce my hours to 30 a week instead of 36.5... I can easily get the job done in that amount of time and could work, say, 9.00-3.30 (taking half-hour of lunch into account), plus gain flex by getting in early a few days (I'm in at 8.15 or 8.30 most mornings when I get up in time).  Two weeks til my next supervision... I suppose it depends how long it'll take to sort it, as my next meeting with her is just before Christmas and I'm planning to look around a bit more after my week off.  If it'll take three months to get through management or whatever, it's probably not worth the hassle.

I need to find somewhere closer to home, which is why I've been investigating Sandwell and Dudley councils for jobs in their departments.  The only one even vaguely interesting was a museum worker at Haden Hill House, which would involve dressing up (!) and taking guests around and stuff... but as my acting skills leave a lot to be desired and the bloody place is practically inaccessible and would require about 15 buses to get there, it's not worth it.  There are ridiculously few jobs available in either council that don't involve teaching, and all the ones in BCC are... well, boring.  And in places I can't get to.

I'm keeping an eye out for stuff at the Martineau Centre or anywhere in the city centre, as either of those are much better for me to get to (especially the Martineau Centre, as it's literally up the road) and the former seems to have a fast turnover.  They had one recently for a clerk/WP-operator position (a bit like what Cynthia does in our office only for Education rather than SC&H) but it's only 6-months' cover for maternity leave...

Hopefull there'll be more after Christmas.  But anyway, I'll put it to you, the general populace: should I enquire about reducing my hours for my own sanity, or is it not worth the effort?

Seeing Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire tomorrow with [livejournal.com profile] venuselle at 4.30.  Whereabouts are we meeting at the AMC?  Inside or outside?  Also, my bus sucks so I'll probably be a bit late, though I'll endeavour not to be... just so you know.


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