Rushed week

[teylaminh]

This is one of those annoying weeks where I don't have enough days to do everything...

Tonight I should probably stay late (as in until 5.15) rather than leaving early to make up for the hours lost at the team lunch yesterday. (Pizza Express do very nice lasagne.) Except technically I can't, because I need to eat before going swimming I need to be back fairly early in order to cook. I'll just have to leave on time on Thursday and do all my cooking then...

So, tomorrow I need to: bake & ice Lemon Cake, and make meringues for the parfait. And then on Friday I'll make the parfait, as the only thing I need to do to that once it's made is freeze it...

I also have to get something else to go with Alison's present, which I'm going to try and do this lunchtime.

My weekly bank account status text message this morning was horrifying. On the plus side, we've managed to reduce the monthly bills money that are outgoing. This means that the only things which should be going out of my account are as follows:

Rent: £175 (half of £350)
Bills: £100
Bus Pass: £48.50
Charity: £5.00

Plus other little extras like my LJ account (it's a tiny amount per month) and my choir money, which I'm only paying until June anyway...

In which case, hopefully, I'll stop spending so much money. I was getting nicely back on track in February but then it all started going wrong, mostly due to having to buy new glasses and spending too much on shopping. The money for big shops in Somerfield and Lidl was coming directly out of my account and the only way I was getting half of it back was by Paul spending half that amount on, say, taking us to the pub. In other words, the money wasn't going back into my account.

Hence, he has reinstated one of his credit cards and we're going to use that for big shops, and at least that way we can both pay it back, and my bank account won't take such a beating.

It's kind of annoying because, even though I'm nowhere near reaching my overdraft limit, that will get reduced exponentially from September. The man I spoke to at the bank about it said I should try to be in credit by that time, which is my aim. My plan of only spending £20 a week hasn't worked in the slightest, unfortunately. It also doesn't help that Paul owes me on his share of the rent, and the full £350 comes out of my account every month...

Meh. I think I also forgot to mention that the statutory pay rise I was counting on to help turned out to be a piddly £14 a month.

Anyway. It doesn't help that this month I've bought a lot of stuff from Argos, probably about £40-worth of house things. Next month I'm going to try not to spend any money at all except for the allocated £20 a week. It CAN'T be that difficult.

In other news, I got absolutely soaked last night walking the 10 minute walk from work to choir. Annoyingly enough, if I'd left 15 minutes later I would have been fine. Also, when the rain started up again at 8.00, we were all trying to sing over the racket and failing. The room where we rehearse has a flat roof and large skylights, so I'm sure you can imagine the noise...

My work shoes were still damp this morning. Also I forgot to put the washing machine on before I left. Bugger.

Only one work annoyance today: my typing has been pretty much left alone this week because one WPO's dictation machine isn't working (and subsequently her help was more of a hindrance because it took her so long), but as soon as I went out for my lunch this afternoon - with only about 7 things left in the tray, it should be noted, and only three of those from today - two of them were taken. Bah.

During lunch I bought Part Two of Alison's present, which she technically already knows about, a new purse / wallet / whatever for myself, and some shoes from Priceless Shoes as it's closing down. They're patent black slight-wedge-heeled creations with a criss-crossing pattern, so I'm hoping to wear them with skirts rather than my boots now it's getting warmer. Slightly tacky, but hopefully smart enough for it not to notice as they're a fairly classic shape.

I'm going to investigate the Priceless Shoes in Kings Heath on the way home; they've had bags of various sizes in the window for ages, including a rather lovely turquoise one. They are now on sale and I can't see the turquoise one any more, but I spotted a nice dark green one in town earlier that I might get instead. Admittedly they were only a tenner to start with, but I think I can stretch to their reduced price of six quid. My current work bag is ugly and the suede covering is peeling off.. shame, really.

Aaaanyway. I must now sign this off and get back to doing some work.

(PS: At some point I may have to write an Ugly Betty fic. Watch this space.)

Comments

[thefleshfailure.livejournal.com]

Stuff is still To Be Confirmed on being put into the mail. I know, I'm terrible.

However, and the real reason for the comment, hopefully this will make up for it a little. Can't remember where I found the link, but it was one of those "saw this and thought of you" type things.

[teylaminh.livejournal.com]

Heh. Kind of scary how true that link is.

On the other hand, there should SO be a "Fandom Studies" degree. Although I honestly think English Lit has it covered these days. ;)

[thefleshfailure.livejournal.com]

Ha! So true! But yea, there's so many different potential electives in Fandom, it'd easily fit a three-year course... and probably a MA or two too.

[teylaminh.livejournal.com]

Plus, all your academic texts would be, like, fanfiction. :)

[thefleshfailure.livejournal.com]

And, naturally, Cradle would be the equivalent of Hamlet.

[teylaminh.livejournal.com]

Heh, if only. :P

My dissertation could be a textbook. :)

AAAAND the Abandoned Swircle of Doom might have a purpose in life. Somehow.

[thefleshfailure.livejournal.com]

The Swircle would probably be the casebook as Evidence Of Why Fangirls Need Their Own University Course.

"You see, Your Honour, if the fangirls are left to their own devices, without guidance or guidelines... THIS happens!"

And, even now, every comment that relates to the swircle must end with a court case.

[teylaminh.livejournal.com]

Or, like, the final exam. "Discuss six topics covered in the Swircle, using quotes and gratuitous HTML abuse where appropriate. Time allocated: six hours."

Of course it must. It's a crime against the Internet and humanity and the universe as we know it, and must therefore be put to trial.

Also, it must end with some kind of silly formatting.

(And some brackets.)

[thefleshfailure.livejournal.com]

LOL. Trying to extract six discernible topics from the Swircle is an exam in itself. XD!

(Ah yes. The brackets.)

((Which, through the course of evolution, multiply and extend their colonies into new paragraphs, for no apparent reason.))

[teylaminh.livejournal.com]

Precisely. Hence the three hours. There should probably be a little note that says "If, after an hour and a half, you have failed to discern six topics, you may discuss any you have found (if at all), but your essay must be swircular in naure."

(Yes. The brackets know all.)

((Well, they have to survive amongst all the bigger-sized words.))

[Which is why they mutate as well.]