T'eyla Minh

I don't think I did recount on here my Nero Saga...

( Cut because it's long and tedious. )

The public service announcements are actually more requests. I have now not only lost my Photoshop 7 CD, but my version of Office 2003, which disappeared bloody months ago even before I moved.

I know I copied PS7 for Eni at the very least, and I copied Office 03 for someone at BCC ages ago also (who I'll contact if all else fails). I can't remember if I also copied it for Eni. So really this is a plea to Eni rather than anyone else, unless they can help. ;)

Eni, can you copy my copy of PS7 for me? And Office 03 if you have it? (I have Office 00 - and I know I did you a copy of that, too - but it's really bloody annoying. Admittedly not as annoying as 07, of which there is a free trial on this PC - gah, idiot proof much? Why can't they just leave things how they are? What's with the stupid bloody massive buttons everywhere? *grumblegrumble*)

Aaaand finally, here's a poll, because I'm ridiculously ambivalent / indecisive and literally can't decide what to do.

[Poll #1391887]

Because I do want to grow it out (and will have to get it trimmed at some point eventually to ease this task) but equally I want to cut it off again. I call upon the collective brain to make my decision for me.

Just went to get my hair cut again. Both Derek and Lorraine were in at Supercuts, but it was done a lady I've never seen before, who also did a good job.

As the colour has now faded a bit since I put it on, it looks more obviously purple than before, so I've taken some pictures. Also, you get to see what the cut actually looks like before (a) it grows out and (b) I fail to recreate it with any of my existing products. ;)

( Poiple hayer )

There is also an extreme close-up of my eyes and fringe which I took by accident (don't ask) so that'll be my new facebook profile pic...

I'm considering dying my hair purple.

A dark purple, one of the two that Live! do, so it's work-safe. Though after the pink I doubt I should be worried. ;)

So. Purple. Y/N?

Yet another miracle worked by Derek at Supercuts...

( Photo )

We spent over £200 in Asda last night, but the fridge, freezer and cupboards are completely full, so it wasn't all luxury items. We won't have to do another big shop for at least three months, hopefully. Thank God for the credit card, that's all I can say.

MUST WRITE CHEQUE FOR VICKY'S MUM TONIGHT. Gah. Keep forgetting.

On looking on Photobucket to get the link for the new picture, I found one that I look back in June when I had it cut short. So, here they both are.

( Then and now )

Quite a lot of regrowth. :)

That was quite a pleasant weekend...

I don't think we did anything productive on Friday except go to the pub for tea... definitely need to break that habit again, it's getting to be a regular thing.

On Saturday morning Paul went out to the bank to turn his collection of 5p pieces into actual money - £10's worth, in fact. (There's a gigantic box of pennies still to sort out...) Then later that afternoon we braved the awful weather to go and see The Orphanage (or El Orfanata, if you want to be specific) before it stopped showing. As ever, Cineworld pulled firsts on it and treated it with very little respect, but at least we got to see it...

( Review / spoilers )

Most definitely recommended - try and see it before your local cinema gives up on culture...

Later that evening we watched The Witches of Eastwick just because it was on, although Paul managed to fall asleep before the end.

Sunday was alternatively lazy and busy. Paul went out at 12.45 to play badminton with Drew - or not, as it transpired, as Drew, having reminded Paul that the clocks went forward, then forgot to change his own watch and was an hour late. So obviously Paul took that as an adequate reason to go drinking. Whilst he was doing that, I did some housework; as ever, one thing led to another, so I cleaned the bathroom, then hoovered the bits from the side of the cooker in the kitchen and cleaned the floor (vaguely), then hoovered the landing, dusted the bedroom, hoovered the living room, and got as far as stripping the bed before I had to have a sit down because I'd not had any food before starting... When I start things I tend to spot other things that need doing.

Paul came back and proclaimed that it was a nice day and we should go out again. He made it out to sound like the most glorious summer day in the history of all summer days, when in fact it was just about average for the end of March - the sun was warm but the wind was cold. Nevertheless, I didn't need a coat. We had one drink in the Pavillion where I got a bit upset because Paul was trying to be nice about supporting me in whatever I decide to do with my life, but the conversation was frustrating me more than it should have done... Then we moved on to the Kings Arms for some food (just sandwiches and some chips, which somehow came to over a tenner...) and a couple of drinks, then went home again.

And then we dyed my hair, which is now red. Not as red as I was hoping, but it's better than nothing. I need to get it cut at some point this week before the wedding on Monday. The back is far too thick so possibly layers may be in the pipeline.

Oh, my credit card PIN has turned up, now I'm just waiting on the card. First purchase will be a new camera, at long last, which Paul will pay for half of.

Tonight we are going to see Derren Brown in Derby, so I'm leaving work at 3.30. I can't decide if I'm more excited about Derren or going to Derby for the evening. ;) It's been a long time, and I do miss it there, especially as it starts to turn into summer...

Anyway, that's this entry done with, I think...

Semagic has loaded on the first try so I'm taking that as a good sign and attempting to post this for about the fiftieth time.  If you read between the lines (literally), you will see the entry I've been trying to post since Friday bloody afternoon.  I would cut it, but there's a cut in it already.  I would also backdate and link to it, but nobody'll bother reading it if I do that.  So I'll inflict it on you here, instead.  Suffer.

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Friday

Well, the afternoon didn't get much better.  The work was thin on the ground and was still being taken.  At one point Val popped her head around the door and said "Oh, you've got no work!".  I almost replied, "Well, whose fault is that?" but managed not to.

I had the journey home from Hell, too.  Not as bad as it's ever been, but unnecessarily annoying.  The bus took bloody ages to turn up, and was packed, and I had to share it with a screaming child, and the bus driver was doing that annoying stoppy-starty-brake-too-hard thing that really gets on my proverbials.

And then I nearly got run over by a woman with a pushchair who wasn't looking where she was going and just had to cross the road at the exact point I was walking towards the kerb to give her a wide enough berth to pass.  Her husband / partner apologised, but UGH.  When I have a small child I'm going to use my pushchair as a battering ram like everyone else does...

In other news, here is a meme from jackiesjottings.  She requested explanations for three of my interests and three of my icons.  You can comment and I'll do the same, if I remember...

( Answers for Jackie. )

I hope that answers your curiosity. :)  The majority of my icons are fandom-based (mostly Most Haunted, as you probably realised) and those that aren't are random photographs taken of various things.  They're also mostly mine, except for the four or so which are credited to other people...

I'm extending the meme: comment if you want to know about my interests / icons &/or if you want me to reciprocate. :)

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( Weekend )

( Monday, in more detail )

I also spent the majority of Monday night trying to post this entry via email from both Outlook and Yahoo, without success... at least as far as I know.  I also bit the bullet and posted the first chapter of my Ugly Betty fic on FFN.  It can be found here if anyone is remotely interested...  It seems to have gone down well, anyway: 10 reviews overnight, two of which consist of more than five words and most of which have all the words spelt right... ;)

I jest. Reviews are kind of like drugs.  And apparently it's very easy to relapse after you've detoxed.  MORE!!  MORE REVIEWS!!  MORE, DAMMIT!

There really is. I'm always ridiculously tired (probably because it's nearly the end of the week, but not quite), I'm in for a full day, and to top that off my PMT has kicked in with a vengeance. Not so much in the 'killing-the-next-person-to-annoy-me' way, but more in the 'can't-be-arsed' way.

I've had to resort to buying coffee (and a McDonalds muffin) this morning... although it doesn't seem to be as highly espresso'd as the last one, which is something. As in, it's actually drinkable. If I liked tea this wouldn't be half so bad; I feel rather like a pretentious yuppie buying my coffee from Pret-A-Manger, but it's the nearest coffee-selling establishment to work, and it's marginally cheaper and more palatable than Starbucks.

( On hair )

Anyway.

At least the coffee has made me halfway human again. I was half-asleep on the bus earlier, although I travelled into town with Lisa and we shared a Metro paper, which helped. Add to this the OW PERIOD PAINS OW that have just kicked in (literally, at 9.30, ON BOTH SIDES) and this morning has been a bit meh.

There were six items in my tray this morning, and Liz still decided she was going to take two of them. And then brought one finished one back and took ANOTHER before she'd even finished the other one. And also completely ignored the one that was in there for copy-typing. Um? At least Val checks before she takes anything, and applies some common sense, rather than just diving in and taking stuff. I am now on the last piece of work and there's hardly anyone in, and those who are don't seem to be dictating.

I'm going to put a sign on the tray. "If there are less than 8 items in here, HANDS OFF!". Or possibly just suggest that if I need any help I'll ring Marie and ask. As it turns out, both the typists are off sick in the other team next door so I'll be helping them out today...

Now for something completely different, or, in other words, another part of a series I may begin on my LJ entitled "Evidence That Sandra Was Insane". We've already established she was a bitch, but more and more evidence is coming to light now I'm working with normal, rational people that she was, in fact, utterly barmy... and not in the endearing little-old-lady way.

A few minutes ago I went downstairs to the photocopying room to do more copies of my typing instruction sheets (which the fee earners fill in and put with their tapes so we know roughly what we're going to be typing) and decided to grab a box of paper whilst I was down there.

I got the lift back up again. As I was going through our automatic / push-button disabled access door (we used to have a wheelchair-bound lady working here, but she's off sick at the moment), our new locum Solicitor, Janice, saw me coming and opened the door for me and let me through.

A while back, I was struggling carrying something, though I don't remember now if it was a box of paper or an armful of files... but either way, it was heavy and awkward. I think it was files as I was coming out of Natasha's office. Sandra had just arrived and breezed into the room with an "You all right?", at the same time forcing her way past me and not even bothering to hold the door open.

If a well-educated, intelligent Solicitor, with every right to look down her nose at the low-paid typist, can open a door for me, that not only proves that Sandra is a bitch, but that there was something seriously wrong with her brain...

I'm probably a bit too hung up on Sandra's antics. But seriously. She's not normal.

I shall now sign this off.

Here we go, then.  I've been officially growing it since May 2003, so we'll start there.  Mainly because it was pretty much of a muchness between then and September 1999, when I'd had it chopped off for the second time and first decided to dye it black.

So.  ( Here we go )

Which brings us to today.

( Cheer up, emo kid. )  There we go, then.  A journey of hair.  It will be different again tomorrow, I hope, so watch this space. :D

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, izzles!

Hope you had a lovely day!  Sorry I couldn't get a card to you on time, but I've been swamped in birthdays this month!  If I'd managed to read your journal  before today I could also have arranged for the helium balloon you wanted, but alas, I was too late...

So, I've booked Friday off as flex because it's MGM-day, and because I need to go to the hairdresser to get my layers re-defined and have an overall trim.  I'm also going to get it dyed professionally for a change, back to black.  The original plan was to buy one box of black dye and dye from the roots down, leaving the tips red, but the red has gone a sort of insipid auburn so it won't look as interesting as I planned.  So it's back to black.

My mum bought some ceramic curling tongs recently that I haven't been brave enough to play with yet (they'll be useful come Rocky-time.  No more drag queen wig for me!) so I'm quite tempted to have my hair tonged when I get it cut rather than straightened like I usually do.

I put this to the public vote...

[Poll #681281]


Yes, I am very indecisive.

I've made the posters for work, but I'll write up the dream tomorrow after I've tried to write it down later, possibly when I go to bed.  I was going to have a shower, but will wait until tomorrow because the room's only just warmed up and I don't want to move again...

Right, now I'm going to set about backing up all of my pictures onto a CD in preparation for the Big Upgrade...