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[25 Oct 2008|03:16pm] |
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Right, what can I tell you, all you lovely people out there...
I am still loving working at Burntwood. It's very good (not to mention that the pay makes my bank account look fantastically attractive- I will have enough to do Europe for 3 months (hooray!), and also put some away for Lancaster. It's all good and fabulous. I earn more than I expected, and probably more then I will when I finally get my degree from University and have my first job. But hey, I know I'm never going to have much money- I want to work with people to improve lives, and no one ever gets paid well for caring *rolls eyes*.)
Anyway, I know I'm finally a proper member of the Office since Janet told me to move my 'fat arse' on Friday, when I was on the phone to David. Lovely. Feel very at home in that Office with Janet and Cath and Izzi, and of course the occasional visit or phonecall from Howard does improve my day. It's also very nice to have Carly and Shona around. But don't tell them that. I don't want them to think I like them or anything!
Did the Open Evening on Tuesday ('Oh yes, Burntwood's a *fabulous* 6th Form etc etc') so I saw Ara, spoke to parents, and then went out to eat NudeElves afterwards with Carlos, so all in all it was a good evening. Thursday I found myself serving refreshments at 'Burntwood's Got Talent' with Carly, which had the advantage of getting to see the performance for free (they were all very good) and getting to take the open bottle of red wine home with me- felt like such a yob, walking up Burntwood Hill with Carly, holding an open of bottle of red wine in one hand and a glass of it in the other. But you know, it was all good fun, even if I did have to hear about how 'Ann is making an Apple Strudel' about 4 times!
All in all, life is good. Half term at the moment. Going into work on Monday morning, because I want and need, to send out a memo to the people doing their medicine exams on November 5th, just so they know over half term and can prepare and do whatever they need to do. (Love being the Exams Officer- such power! Ha ha!) Off to visit Lancaster on Tuesday and Wednesday- exploring the city on the Tuesday, and possible the Lakes or Blackpool depending on the weather, and then Campus tour on Weds. Mucho looking forward to returning to it again *grins*. Found out Mr Farish's sister rents houses to students in Lancaster, so I may possible have a connection there for my second year! Though if I remember, I will have to ask him for details etc etc, before I leave.
Right, I'm off. Going to watch 'Burn After Reading' with Ara and others now in Clapham Picture House. Mother is back form Holiday, so that is nice as well.
Marvelous. Love to all.
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[05 Oct 2008|02:41pm] |
My computer seems to have officially given up on life, so I'm using the library internet at the moment, which is fine and also the school internet, which is not so good because of all the blocks they have. But um... that's that.
Work is fine- Howard is lovely, and the work is easy, if not boring.
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Hope everyone else is good.
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[11 Aug 2008|07:52pm] |
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I finally left my two year job at 'As nature Intended' yesterday. It feels very odd, more then anything. It had just become part of my routine.
They gave me a present and a card, which was unexpected but incredibly nice, and they said 'a few words'. Then (boy) Alex bought me lunch. I decided to have it in the shop, so when i was paying he whipped out his credit card and told me to use that instead. It was like something out of a film... Except not really. I'm going to miss my Sunday people, I think.
Probably good that I'm leaving though. Not just because of the 'fresh start/gap year/ bored shitless/ basically accused of stealing a few weeks ago by my bitch of a supervisor' thing, but because (boy) Alex has become a bit too... friendly. I haven't pushed him away and shrieked sexual harasment, because.. it's not too bad. Ok, he went a bit too far this Sunday when he was saying goodbye to me and we were waiting for them to cash up in the Office, (it wasn't *just* his hands that I could feel this time) but aside from that. *shrugs*
Anyway. I had a phone call from Fortnum and Mason this afternoon (I applied to be a Christmas Temp with them), saying there was an assessment tomorrow and I could start on Monday. Except this was to my voicemail, not to me. And I can't start on Monday, because I'm in Norfolk. So I tried to call back and the phone number she gave me is dead. It doesn't ring at all. So I'm going to try tomorrow morning. Early. Right, I'm going off for a bath. My Mother is being a bitch at the moment, I'm not entirely sure what I've done wrong, but oh well and fuck that.
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| Vanilla Sponge |
[30 May 2008|02:10pm] |
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Visions of us drowning
Dancing the tango naked.
Dew flesh on flesh,
Tables and chairs can't be swallowed.
Tangled weeds and killer bees
Onions turn to flowers.
The sponge of my brain
It's hard to tame.
Dead parrots bite my toes,
Coffee cups with froth.
It ain't such a bad thing.
Mint and chili shouldn't touch.
Who would buy it?
Black and white photographs of your dead dog.
Should have been to Orlando.
Cards of the joker,
Ace of clubs orgy.
Strawberry lace underwear,
Licking my cherry crumble.
Kicking Freud and Dante.
O German Mother, you've lost a leg
And Jim's half gone with cold.
Have I not reason to lament,
Living in a tent,
The mess against the shattered tree,
Where Hodge will forever be?
It's not whale blood
Or blueberry straws,
It's glasses with bottle caps
And tongues with rouge.
Cracking walnuts between thighs.
Dancing the tango naked.
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| Oh Cruel Fate, Why Do You Mock Me?? |
[26 Nov 2007|07:22pm] |
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Becoming obsessive about UCAS.
Lancaster delivered an offer on the 19th, thereby giving me my 4th offer in the space of about 2 weeks. I am.. not as smug as I should be.
A, B, B to get in. Though they did send me a really nice letter, telling me I had a place and all, how I would really suit a place there and that they hoped my Gap Year was enjoyable. Then it went up on UCAS.
Liverpool still haven't put their's up, but I'm reckoning it will go up at the end of the month along with the numerous other people who have had offers.
Now I am just waiting for Edinburgh. I'm banking on a rejection, because the whole 'deferred entry' thing really counts against me there (3 people to do my course last year, who were deferring. 3!!), but you know, who knows? I was planning for UCAS extra, or applying next year. *shrugs* I was prepared for 5 rejections.
Only thing I can *really* get my teeth into to angst about now is: Where do I go???
Anyway, on now with the Comparative Essay.....
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| Super Super Super |
[17 Nov 2007|04:34pm] |
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I've had an offer from Liverpool!!!
A, B, B.
Very Happy. Got the letter Friday morning.
Best INSET day ever.
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| Apply and Enjoy |
[27 Sep 2007|06:54pm] |
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Our TV is totally broken. It just *broke*.
I was watching the news about the situation in Burma with the protesters and all of that, and then it just went off, with this massive cracking noise!
So, that is quite sad. But it does mean that I can do Ms Wilkinshaws homework, and possibly re-read some psych notes which I don't quite understand yet, because it's all horrible and sciency.
Anyway- it's cold, but I clipped my hair up today and that looked quite nice, and then I had Mr Gibbs for a cover lesson which was also nice, and *then* I managed to get a recycling bin installed in my Psych classroom.
Pretty good day. I am being positive. But it wasn't too bad.
MILK MILK!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_NGabt5IHBg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ssACddCJlAA&mode=related&search
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| Belated Birthdays |
[20 Aug 2007|11:20pm] |
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Ahh, belated birthday wishes to my journal who was 3 on the 4th August and to my short hair, which has made my life a lot better, easier and slightly more attractive thing to be in which was bought into creation on the 3rd. So, happy birthday to journal and hair. And anybody else who happens to be having a birthday and hasn't mentioned it to me.
I was trying to find a nice annoyingly long questionnaire thing to put in here to celebrate, but I can't seem to find one... Never mind.
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| Ride a white pig to lapland |
[13 Aug 2007|09:11pm] |
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The Dali exhibition at the Tate Modern is *really* good. I recomend it to any of you guys who have nothing to do this summer. Or who just generally want something enjoyable to do.
His stuff is so... strange, but I love it.
He did films as well with another man, so they have those in there as well. And they are *straaaaange*. But actually incredibly cool. He also did a cartoon with Walt Disney, which was awsome and they just digitally animated it in 2003.
One of my favourite parts of the exhibit was the series of photographs at the end of Dali with his moustache sculpted into different poses to answer whatever question it was that he had just been asked. And 'Sleeping', which is my favourite painting by him.
The guy is awsome. Not just his work but him, as a person, as well.
So I bought a poster, which is of a poster for a film which he designed, but then the film never got made. And then I got bit over enthusiastic and bought a poster with an image by Ruff on it, even though my mother disaproved.
It was a good day. I thoroughly enjoyed looking at the inside of this eccentric mans mind. It's like being in a very strange twisted dream.
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| Just say you don't know, you don't know |
[20 Jul 2007|01:31am] |
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*laughs*
Oh, I make myself laugh sometimes. Reading through old entries reminded me that I used to have a brace, and oh.... *snickers*. I always wondered what it would be like when I had my brace off.
Now I know.
Sometimes I make myself laugh because it's late at night. And at other times because I am genuinly amused by something. I think today is a mixture of the two.
Never mind.
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| Abra, abra cadabra, wanna reach out and grab 'ya |
[16 Jul 2007|09:28pm] |
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I heard that song on the radio and it's now in my head. So I'm listening to random bits of the Greys Anatomy soundtrack to shut the other song up.
Yesterday went to the Imax with Mel and Mitch. Film's interesting. It has a whale in it at the end, but it wasn't too bad because it didn't leap out of the screen or anything. Then we wondered along by the river etc.
There was this woman with a tray which had cards in, and 2 birds (which were alive), and basically you give her some money and the bird will pick out a horoscope prediction for you or something. I don't really believe anything that came from her was true because she asked me if I was married... But maybe the birds are magic or something?
Lots of women hate you and gossip overwhelms you. This is not to wonder since everyone loves you and not them. No matter what, you'll be happy that luck will make you richer and together with your man you'll taste the wealth. You'll live 85 years in happiness.
Is it me, or does that make absolubtly no sense at all?
If anyone wants a good book to read over the summer, read ' Translations of Beauty' by Mia Yun.
Je veux parler en français parce qu'il semble juste plus facile de façon ou d'autre. Et également Robbie Williams parle le français à la fin de sa chanson et lui les bruits justes sexy. J'ai conduit mes voisins aliénés en l'ayant sur une boucle pour environ une heure et une moitié tandis que j'étais dans le bain. J'ai oublié ce que j'allais dire. Bollocks.
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| Under my umbrella! |
[02 Jul 2007|07:04pm] |
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Name up to three aspects of my life you want me to photograph. They can be specific (my bedroom), or not so specific (something red).
Stolen from Jenn because I thought it was kinda amusing, and kinda fun and I'm *kinda* bored and I'm er... kinda using the word 'kinda' too much now and it's lost all meaning.
Check out the rain!! Seriously, will it never bloody stop??? We're all going to end up building arks and living as boat people, and all our children will be born with fins. Or maybe gills...
Pasta bake for supper because I am home alone, so party at my house for the people brave enough to battle the rain to have a door closed on them, because there is no real party at my house. Sorry, but thats just the way things have to be.
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[26 Jun 2007|11:24pm] |
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Waiting, waiting, waiting.
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She should be home by now.
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| It wasn't how I planned it |
[17 Jun 2007|02:52am] |
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Reading through some old entries because I wanted to know what I was up to this time last year, and then got carried away....
I'm most likely working Sundays and one or two late nights and all the people there are actually incredibly nice. Especially Kevin 'Kev', who is our supervisor. And Steve, who is our manager. And.. oh everyone.
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*content sigh* I don't actually care anymore if my work has bad or reasonable pay. The people I work with make it so much more worthwhile. Ahhh, it's just such an awsome feeling getting on with these people!
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Oh i'm so fucking high on everthing right now- draw, booze, happiness, the world. Kevin. i wanted to fuck him this evening, hes only 30 but hes beautiful and gorgeous and hes just he. i look fucking sexy this evening. i do, im feeling much love toards me at the moment. i smell of draw and afgs and i love it because i feel whole and alive and i feel. and i want sex, which is totally good because i havnt for a while. i should have gone to kevins. fuck the t-shirt. or better, fuck him.
*chokes* You have no idea how amusing and depressing I find this.
Do you understand now?
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My head is spinning, and I don't know why.
Maybe I'll faint in my english exam tomorow. That would be rather exciting.
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I have nothing to write in this entry, except that I fucking hate all of you.
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| Free Cake and 'dont-give-a-fuck' ness |
[29 Apr 2007|09:34pm] |
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Sabbah and I spent most of today missing Kevin and feeling quite sorry for ourselves. Then deciding that we would rebel because Kevin wasn't there, and therfore we didn't give a fuck anymore. All we did was put the olive spoons back into the olives without cleaning them. But we wiped the handles. ... ok. It wasn't that big, but we were cheering each other up and generally laughing together, which is what we needed. But we did make a pact that we would stick it out together. If I go she said she can't stand it by herself because I'm the only person she really knows, and when I think about it, it's vice versa. So, we're sticking it out together, grimly hanging onto our memories and to each other and we will eventually become like two crazy old ladies that they haven't got the heart to get rid of because we've been there so long. We're going to try and get summer work at the same time- demand it in fact. They owe it to us because we're loyal to our shop... even if we don't want to be.
We spent about half an hour in the toilet this morning talking about the fact that Kevin had left. I told her as soon as I saw her. She's going to miss him as much as I am. *snickers* It was quire funny, as pissed off as I was at Kevin I can't help but defend him. This guy Alex was asking if we knew Kevin had left, we said yes ('Just rub salt in our wonds why don't you' Sabbah said rightly) and then Alex was saying how Kevin never seemed to work that hard. Cue me and Sabbah turning to him and declaring that 'Kevin always worked hard!' and then glarring at him. Kevin fan club? I think we should get T-shirts....
We got free cake as well today. I sat in the corner of the staffroom and ate lemon and poppy seed cake with Sabbah and exchanged numbers. Six months into the job and we only do it now? It took forever because neither of us know our numbers.. One thing that changed my opinion from last night was that me and Sabbah found the note he'd written to James/Dan. We were in the office because the shop was shut, instead of clearing up downstairs, on our own so Sabbah could look for her pay slip. I was flicking through Kevin's pigeon hole, and Sabbah was looking in this other one. And I can't remember how we found it, but we stumbled across the note, and to be honest it was enough to break the heart.
From what Kulan had said, it sounded like it just basically said 'I quit. Fuck You. Kevin'. But it was so different to that. I half wish I hadn't read it because then I could still think he was a work-shy bastard, and I could try and push away the missing and the longing that I feel whenever I think about him and replace it with contempt.
Basically he said that he felt his time had come to an end at ANI, he was sorry for it, he would work unpaid until they found someone to replace him if they wanted because he knew he was disrupting everything, thank you for everything and tell everyone else thank you for everything as well, it's been great. Love Kevin.
What I didn't like was that it gave the impression we would never see him again. And I don't think I will, which is something I'll have to get used to, as much as I hate it, I don't think I'll see Kevin again.
As long as I have Sabbah, work won't be too bad. She is my.. grounding, if you will. And it was *her* that suggested we broke into the computer, found Kevin's CV and thus found his address. See, there are reasons why I love this girl...
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| Be still my breaking heart |
[26 Mar 2007|08:48am] |
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Oh, Kevin, Kevin, Kevin, Kevin *cries*
I really hope that he didnt mean he *had* resigned, and was still just thinking about it. He can't resign! Not yet...
Me and Sabbah spent most of the afternoon feeling very sorry for ourselves and wondering whether he was leaving or not. And generally being quite gloomy at the prospect of losing our favourite superviser. And then I stayed 2 extra hours for the stoke take, which was suprisingly fun. But then I ws with Sabbah, who is practicaly the only person who can make counting 52 cans of tomatoes fun. But we spent most of the day together, and it was quite cool.
Quote of the day:
[About a man swearing at the bread]
Sabbah: He shouldn't have been taking it out on the bread...
Me: Why? Was the bread upset?
Sabbah: It was, I could see tears welling up in it's eyes. James is a very nice man. He is a good replacement for Steve, even if he will only be here for a few weeks before he whisks off to Manchester.
Dan is a royal pest. And a pretentious prick to boot. He's already lost our shop one good manager and now because of him, we're probably losing another good superviser. The Number One superviser. *sighs* And Kullan's going part-time cos he's going back to Uni in September. And Mark is leaving to go and be a teacher. And I think Paul has now gone even *more* part time then he was before, so he doesn't do Sundays anymore, worse luck.
*shakes head* I don't know.
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