It's that time of year again. I don't make New Year's resolutions when you can do this every minute of every day. Not one to be a killjoy; if i had any, they would be;
- Join a gym. Since returning to Blighty, i haven't done much exercise apart from walking and lifting things when i moved.
- Read more. Can't seem to get past 20 pages of any books of late.
- Stop smoking. i do this on a monthly basis, so had to throw it in.
- Singing. Hmm, no comment.
- Wear more colours. Actually that's not going to happen.
- Oh and no more headfucks and weirdos in my life. Flushing them out for good.
Well that's about it. Quite boring and generic. I'll check in after 6 months and see how well we're doing.
New Year's plans? After the most disastrous ’05 / ’06, this year has a lot to make up for. One of my favorite girls in the whole world is in town, so I’m staying over for some delectable Iranian food, Moet, good wine and a marathon reminiscin’ n bitchin’ session.
Friday, December 29, 2006
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Spit on my shoe
On my way to the Great Wall minding my own business, I was caught in the cross fire of someone’s phlegm. A perfect green formation was stuck to my new trainers. My first reaction was to jump up and down like a sledgehammer had dropped on my toe. Fortunately friend had baby wet wipes in her bag.
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Snakes n ladders
I moved into my own place. I finally stepped on that ladder. Can’t help but wonder why this is such a poignant moment in a person’s life. I’ve never been in debt before, but now what is perceived as a joyous occasion actually means I have signed my life away to 25 years of debt. I will squander the next 4 – 6 months spending more money on the four walls of space I have signed away to a bank. I will paint the walls. Buy “things” to sit on, sleep on, eat off of, eat with and drink out of. Buy things to watch, things use when you are wet, things to dry, things to help you dry and things to keep things. And, all these things need things to help you achieve the functions. Oh lordy what have I done. I already feel like renting it out and going on a long holiday.
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Wanted
"Female flatmate. Professional, aged 25-30. Hermit with an obsessive compulsion to clean the entire flat on a weekly basis. Favourite past time is ironing clothes and cleaning toilets. Prefers to take showers in the gym with the habit of over paying on rent."
I've seen stranger things happen! I'll post this in that weekly grubby paper and see what comes up.
I've seen stranger things happen! I'll post this in that weekly grubby paper and see what comes up.
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
All change in the big ship
Much to the surprise of everyone, my boss resigned two weeks ago. We're all still getting used to the idea of the moody workaholic not being around. I've never known anyone to work as hard as him and to get so little recognition for it.
I learnt early in my professioal career that if you're going to put in the extra hours (which rarely happens in Media Sales!), then your boss and boss' boss have to know about it. If you so happen to be working very early or late, then there must be some pressing email which needs urgent attention of your boss at these hours. Gone are the days where you can alert your PC to send the email at a certain time, so now your boss will know you are working at the hours the email arrives.
We used to refer to this method of brown nosing as "remote browning".
Anyhoo, given the imminent departure of my boss, you'd a thunk he would chill the fug out and become more chirpsome...but nnoOOooo. So far this week he has been so chilly that I've constantly got erect nipples - so much so, i've resorted to cellotaping them down.
Gobby, nosey tosser colleague has moved on to another magazine thank god! I still do not understand how he got promoted as he hardly did any work during his time working on my product. Saying that, whilst he was, his ability to brown nose had fine tuned to perfection. He surreptitiously worked on building a little step ladder which aided his ability to climb further up the crack of my boss with laces barely visible.
Also, his timing of dropping colleagues in the shits was absolutely inspiring, impeccable knack of giving the impression he actually does work was flawless - but at the end of the day, the numbers speaketh louder than the cockney crap which farts out of his gob...which is why everyone on our product CANNOT understand how this wideboy got where he did.
He's a cockney wide boy and sounds like he should be selling potatoes at a market stall, however his public school boy act is the most hilarious thing ever. Clearly he is uncomfortable with who he is, deeply insecure hence the sly underhandedness fuckwitted behaviour.
Anyhoo, that aside, given that my boss is leaving there have been some changes here. It will be tres interesting to see how things develop over the coming months and incredibly exciting opportunities lie ahead. I have already started plantation of the seeds which will grow into a BIG APPLE in a year or so ;-) ...
I learnt early in my professioal career that if you're going to put in the extra hours (which rarely happens in Media Sales!), then your boss and boss' boss have to know about it. If you so happen to be working very early or late, then there must be some pressing email which needs urgent attention of your boss at these hours. Gone are the days where you can alert your PC to send the email at a certain time, so now your boss will know you are working at the hours the email arrives.
We used to refer to this method of brown nosing as "remote browning".
Anyhoo, given the imminent departure of my boss, you'd a thunk he would chill the fug out and become more chirpsome...but nnoOOooo. So far this week he has been so chilly that I've constantly got erect nipples - so much so, i've resorted to cellotaping them down.
Gobby, nosey tosser colleague has moved on to another magazine thank god! I still do not understand how he got promoted as he hardly did any work during his time working on my product. Saying that, whilst he was, his ability to brown nose had fine tuned to perfection. He surreptitiously worked on building a little step ladder which aided his ability to climb further up the crack of my boss with laces barely visible.
Also, his timing of dropping colleagues in the shits was absolutely inspiring, impeccable knack of giving the impression he actually does work was flawless - but at the end of the day, the numbers speaketh louder than the cockney crap which farts out of his gob...which is why everyone on our product CANNOT understand how this wideboy got where he did.
He's a cockney wide boy and sounds like he should be selling potatoes at a market stall, however his public school boy act is the most hilarious thing ever. Clearly he is uncomfortable with who he is, deeply insecure hence the sly underhandedness fuckwitted behaviour.
Anyhoo, that aside, given that my boss is leaving there have been some changes here. It will be tres interesting to see how things develop over the coming months and incredibly exciting opportunities lie ahead. I have already started plantation of the seeds which will grow into a BIG APPLE in a year or so ;-) ...
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Blagging it
Journey to work was interesting...the strong smell of puke and dogshit reeked my head into a dizzy state. I was also thinking how cool it would be to have "Von" in my name somewhere to punctuate it; Regina Von Filangee. It's got this dark lady ring to it. Anyhoo, it's something I will work on when i renew my passport. If my parents ask, I will just say I was made a "Lady" and this is my new title - my father will be ever so proud to know his daughter has a title in her name.
Just before lunch today, my boss plonked the FT in front of me and strongly advised I attend a conference and pose as a journalist! Ok, I will rock up to this conference in my leather Matrix coat, summer sandals and my name badge reading Regina Von Filangee - Senior Writer, asking questions about economic and financial transformation in the European Banking sector! We can all tell from my blog that this is clearly not my area of speciality!
What if I am asked to interview the CEO of a company again? Lsst time it happened, my response was; "Sorry, I have to chair a discussion on the Asian equity capital markets..honestly I would love to have otherwise". Don't have a clue what it meant, i had just read it in a magazine that morning.
Right, off to make a cuppa and seriously scheme how to get out of this conference thingy!
more pressing issues later.
Just before lunch today, my boss plonked the FT in front of me and strongly advised I attend a conference and pose as a journalist! Ok, I will rock up to this conference in my leather Matrix coat, summer sandals and my name badge reading Regina Von Filangee - Senior Writer, asking questions about economic and financial transformation in the European Banking sector! We can all tell from my blog that this is clearly not my area of speciality!
What if I am asked to interview the CEO of a company again? Lsst time it happened, my response was; "Sorry, I have to chair a discussion on the Asian equity capital markets..honestly I would love to have otherwise". Don't have a clue what it meant, i had just read it in a magazine that morning.
Right, off to make a cuppa and seriously scheme how to get out of this conference thingy!
more pressing issues later.
Friday, October 13, 2006
Too da loo
I've finally had to succumb and use the restrooms on an airplane. Well they are not restrooms; they are plain and simple bogs. I HATE using toilets on planes.
Firstly having to share with men is grossly disgusting and why on earth doesn't the separate men’s n lady’s loos apply at 30,000 feet? The cubicles are so small, they should be called pubicles and over 200 people use the facilities within the ten hours and you just don't see anyone cleaning the toilets in that timeframe.
My last trip I managed to hold it for twelve hours each way; my world record is sixteen hours, but I’m quite sure I’ve done my bladder some perma damage after that marathon holding session.
This time I had to go and was pleasantly surprised at my discovery of the disposable seat cover...fantastic! I only piled three bits of tracing paper to cover up the seat. It sure beats squatting - not the most enjoyable exercise, especially when you hit turbulence and before you know it you're pissing all over the walls.
There's simply nothing in comparison to sitting on the throne at home.
Still incredibly disappointed with the soap dispensers though; stingy, tight and cheapass comes to mind. You press it ten times and barely enough comes out to wash your pinkie.
To this day, I still do not understand why people do not lock the door when they go to the loo on the plane. It just doesn't add up. You walk in, there's a sign which says "please lock the door" and the lights do not come on unless you lock the door, so you are reminded to lock the door.
Next time someone tuts at me for opening a door which says "vacant" whilst they got their crusty pants around their ankles, I'm going to make a pubic announcement on the airplane to embarrass them further!
Firstly having to share with men is grossly disgusting and why on earth doesn't the separate men’s n lady’s loos apply at 30,000 feet? The cubicles are so small, they should be called pubicles and over 200 people use the facilities within the ten hours and you just don't see anyone cleaning the toilets in that timeframe.
My last trip I managed to hold it for twelve hours each way; my world record is sixteen hours, but I’m quite sure I’ve done my bladder some perma damage after that marathon holding session.
This time I had to go and was pleasantly surprised at my discovery of the disposable seat cover...fantastic! I only piled three bits of tracing paper to cover up the seat. It sure beats squatting - not the most enjoyable exercise, especially when you hit turbulence and before you know it you're pissing all over the walls.
There's simply nothing in comparison to sitting on the throne at home.
Still incredibly disappointed with the soap dispensers though; stingy, tight and cheapass comes to mind. You press it ten times and barely enough comes out to wash your pinkie.
To this day, I still do not understand why people do not lock the door when they go to the loo on the plane. It just doesn't add up. You walk in, there's a sign which says "please lock the door" and the lights do not come on unless you lock the door, so you are reminded to lock the door.
Next time someone tuts at me for opening a door which says "vacant" whilst they got their crusty pants around their ankles, I'm going to make a pubic announcement on the airplane to embarrass them further!
Seriously?
Questions on US immigration card, followed by answers I would like to have submitted!
Do you have communicable disease; physical or mental?
Well my therapist says i'm speschul - does that count?
Have you ever been arrested or convicted for an offense or crime, or are you seeking entry to engage in criminal or immoral activities?
Yes i was arrested for shop lifting sweets when I was 4 and a half and am seeking to gain entry to shop lift sweets from candy stores along the west coast. I will also open a lesbian prostitute brothel.
Have you ever been or are you involved in espionage or sabotage or terrorist activities or genocide between 1933-1945, and involved in anyway in persecutions associated with nazi germany?
No, I was not born then but I know someone who was. In fact they helped me pack my suitcases whilst i left it unattended and they put sharp objects in my hand luggage.
Have you ever detained or retained or witheld custody of a child from US citizens granted custody of the child?
Course not, I hate kids and they should be locked up at the back of the aeroplane.
Have you ever asserted immunity from persecution?
Yes, I have claimed immaculate conception with Bush being my bastard son.
Do you have communicable disease; physical or mental?
Well my therapist says i'm speschul - does that count?
Have you ever been arrested or convicted for an offense or crime, or are you seeking entry to engage in criminal or immoral activities?
Yes i was arrested for shop lifting sweets when I was 4 and a half and am seeking to gain entry to shop lift sweets from candy stores along the west coast. I will also open a lesbian prostitute brothel.
Have you ever been or are you involved in espionage or sabotage or terrorist activities or genocide between 1933-1945, and involved in anyway in persecutions associated with nazi germany?
No, I was not born then but I know someone who was. In fact they helped me pack my suitcases whilst i left it unattended and they put sharp objects in my hand luggage.
Have you ever detained or retained or witheld custody of a child from US citizens granted custody of the child?
Course not, I hate kids and they should be locked up at the back of the aeroplane.
Have you ever asserted immunity from persecution?
Yes, I have claimed immaculate conception with Bush being my bastard son.
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
New orafice
We moved office recently into newly refurbished still smell the paint offices. It really is remarkable after working in a dingy armpit which was far too cold in the winter and swelteringly sweaty in the summer!
Now, there is a constant humm of the new aircon, murmer of the large open plan office and we have a kewl hitech door openy thingy! Mental note Regina, when you are "voguing" with your new headset, lots of people can see you and not just the usual seven you sit with!
The plus side of sitting by the door with the new hitech door openy thingy is; people have the tendancy to forget their passes, so they have to be nice to me so I can let them in.
My moody boss has an office over three times the size of his previous one. Now hopefully when he farts it will probably diffuse into the air con system and fart out on the top floor or something as opposed to asphyxiating me everyday causing temporary unconciousness.
The kitchen is amazing; it has instant hot water and a dish washer!
Le ladies toilets are on every other floor and we have already made a note to visit the one below instead of above. The people who frequent the one above are nasty! It makes a change to have access to six cubicles between four floors as opposed to two between five floors!
I am one of the lucky few with a view. We are located opposite some big financial company so the views I get are a line up of people standing outside smoking. It really is amazing how many people stand outside offices to smoke. Personally I think it's a bit nasty to rock up to an office and be greeted by fifteen smokers!
Oh i have stopped smoking .. ahh yeah! At the moment, the smell of it makes me hurl, so I can see it lasting far more than 1 week this time round!
Now, there is a constant humm of the new aircon, murmer of the large open plan office and we have a kewl hitech door openy thingy! Mental note Regina, when you are "voguing" with your new headset, lots of people can see you and not just the usual seven you sit with!
The plus side of sitting by the door with the new hitech door openy thingy is; people have the tendancy to forget their passes, so they have to be nice to me so I can let them in.
My moody boss has an office over three times the size of his previous one. Now hopefully when he farts it will probably diffuse into the air con system and fart out on the top floor or something as opposed to asphyxiating me everyday causing temporary unconciousness.
The kitchen is amazing; it has instant hot water and a dish washer!
Le ladies toilets are on every other floor and we have already made a note to visit the one below instead of above. The people who frequent the one above are nasty! It makes a change to have access to six cubicles between four floors as opposed to two between five floors!
I am one of the lucky few with a view. We are located opposite some big financial company so the views I get are a line up of people standing outside smoking. It really is amazing how many people stand outside offices to smoke. Personally I think it's a bit nasty to rock up to an office and be greeted by fifteen smokers!
Oh i have stopped smoking .. ahh yeah! At the moment, the smell of it makes me hurl, so I can see it lasting far more than 1 week this time round!
Monday, September 11, 2006
Vogue
I iz Madonna!
I've got a new ear/ head piece for my desk phone so now I can sit at my desk and vogue whilst pitching! ahh yeah! I have asked my work colleagues to address me as Madonna for the next few days, but I am quite sure the novelty will wear off in a day or two.
There have already been a few occasions where I have forgotten I am still on the phone or forgot that I am plugged to the phone and walk away from my desk taking the phone with me.
It is a fabulous disguise to look as though I am on the phone whilst surfing Sky New's showbiz website, which incidentally is the most viewed site amongst colleagues.
As usual, the earpiece doesn't sit on my ear comfortably or ergonomically. On my way to work this morning watched with envy at lucky ones with earphones sitting comfortably in their ears and longed to have the same. Without a shadow of a doubt, the most annoying thing which can happen to me in a day is my earphones falling out of my ears. I could get nudged, miss my train, have someone step on my toe, lose my ticket, get stuck in a tunnel but those wouldn't bother me in the slightest compared to my earphones falling out!
I've got a new ear/ head piece for my desk phone so now I can sit at my desk and vogue whilst pitching! ahh yeah! I have asked my work colleagues to address me as Madonna for the next few days, but I am quite sure the novelty will wear off in a day or two.
There have already been a few occasions where I have forgotten I am still on the phone or forgot that I am plugged to the phone and walk away from my desk taking the phone with me.
It is a fabulous disguise to look as though I am on the phone whilst surfing Sky New's showbiz website, which incidentally is the most viewed site amongst colleagues.
As usual, the earpiece doesn't sit on my ear comfortably or ergonomically. On my way to work this morning watched with envy at lucky ones with earphones sitting comfortably in their ears and longed to have the same. Without a shadow of a doubt, the most annoying thing which can happen to me in a day is my earphones falling out of my ears. I could get nudged, miss my train, have someone step on my toe, lose my ticket, get stuck in a tunnel but those wouldn't bother me in the slightest compared to my earphones falling out!
Dark Ages
I really am living in the dark ages at the moment. Not only do i not have a TV, but now my umbicular chord to the world has temporarily been removed, on a plane 7 hours away which i will now not see for 2 weeks. ummm.
From the bottom of my heart, I donated baby Princess Philoola powerbook to my work colleague before realising that I cannot watch my Sex and the City box set for 2 weeks. It wasn't until i reached home and saw the empty space where Princess Philoola lay, but instead was an empty space with rectangle barely visable in the carpet.
The room started to slowly rotate around me followed by agonising screaming and a slap on the forehead "nnNNOOOOoooo!". The sound echoed in my ribcage for the remainder of the day.
No I'm only kidding and being a drama queen! But really, I don't have my laptop for 2 weeks - its bad enough not having a TV! What's a gal to do?! Well i've finally picked up my issue of Wallpaper from 2 months ago and started reading through that.
Other news, if ever I felt like telling someone to shatdafackap it would be right about now. The lady sitting opposite me is nice but the gobbiest person on earth with severe inadequacy issues hence her gobbiness and delusions of granduer. It's funny how every so often I attract deludedly grandeur typa people who constantly feel the need to raise their roof and set fire to mine without me having said a word. Perhaps I should carry a flame thrower around with me and just blast the hell out of them. Giving them a verbal undressing gets boring after a while and frankly this breed of person tends to leave the door wide open for such comments.
I will let the gobmeister carry on her reign for now as her time will surely come. She has the worst telephone manner I have ever known anyone to have in the UK. Thinking about it, she will perfectly fit in Dobuy where it is perfectly acceptable to bark orders down the phone to people and resort to personal insults if they make the slightest slip up.
She actually woofed at me the other day "Regina, you tell people what to do, not ask them to do it"!
Yes lav, carry on like that and you will only be able to handle a small geography of people as you currently are.
From the bottom of my heart, I donated baby Princess Philoola powerbook to my work colleague before realising that I cannot watch my Sex and the City box set for 2 weeks. It wasn't until i reached home and saw the empty space where Princess Philoola lay, but instead was an empty space with rectangle barely visable in the carpet.
The room started to slowly rotate around me followed by agonising screaming and a slap on the forehead "nnNNOOOOoooo!". The sound echoed in my ribcage for the remainder of the day.
No I'm only kidding and being a drama queen! But really, I don't have my laptop for 2 weeks - its bad enough not having a TV! What's a gal to do?! Well i've finally picked up my issue of Wallpaper from 2 months ago and started reading through that.
Other news, if ever I felt like telling someone to shatdafackap it would be right about now. The lady sitting opposite me is nice but the gobbiest person on earth with severe inadequacy issues hence her gobbiness and delusions of granduer. It's funny how every so often I attract deludedly grandeur typa people who constantly feel the need to raise their roof and set fire to mine without me having said a word. Perhaps I should carry a flame thrower around with me and just blast the hell out of them. Giving them a verbal undressing gets boring after a while and frankly this breed of person tends to leave the door wide open for such comments.
I will let the gobmeister carry on her reign for now as her time will surely come. She has the worst telephone manner I have ever known anyone to have in the UK. Thinking about it, she will perfectly fit in Dobuy where it is perfectly acceptable to bark orders down the phone to people and resort to personal insults if they make the slightest slip up.
She actually woofed at me the other day "Regina, you tell people what to do, not ask them to do it"!
Yes lav, carry on like that and you will only be able to handle a small geography of people as you currently are.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Just say yes
The trouble with working in sales is, I don't always take no for an answer.
Following my rather brain stabbingly boring day yesterday, I spent a few minutes looking for jobs this morning. I hate recruitment consultants, particularly those who work in media sales, as they tend to be ex media sales peeps. As a result, they are constantly trying to sell you into jobs you don't want!
End of the day they have a vacancy to fill, just like one might have 1 full page left to sell - so they treat the candidate like a piece of paper and try to sell/ slot them right in that last space.
I was chatting to one the other day and I clearly told him I had no interest what so ever to work in £$%", so he obviously asked "why not". I reluctantly told him, knowing he was only asking me so he can get round those reasons and turn them into yes' - it's the oldest bluddy trick!
He proceeded to rattle on for about 10 minutes trying to turn those "no's" into "yes'" whilst I stood there thinking *god you are such a DIPADA!*
So he finished his plebian speech and left me screaming in my head *god please i hope i don't sound like that!*
Anyhoo, he asks me what I then thought as he now felt he successfully turned my no's into yes'. So I was honest and said, ok it sounds more interesting but I would like to work in a different sector. He then petulantly responded "well that's just not going to work and you won't have any luck".
What a knob! I told him initially I was not interested and then when I tell him I was he goes and says it won't happen! I'm better off doing this on my own.
So, today I wrote to a company I really want to work for - actually I think it's about the 5th time I have written to them. They already said no about 2 months ago, but being perpetually bored, I am writing to the person senior to the last one today. Writing to this company for a job has almost become a past time of mine, so much so, I may even add it to my CV under "interests" next time round!
Following my rather brain stabbingly boring day yesterday, I spent a few minutes looking for jobs this morning. I hate recruitment consultants, particularly those who work in media sales, as they tend to be ex media sales peeps. As a result, they are constantly trying to sell you into jobs you don't want!
End of the day they have a vacancy to fill, just like one might have 1 full page left to sell - so they treat the candidate like a piece of paper and try to sell/ slot them right in that last space.
I was chatting to one the other day and I clearly told him I had no interest what so ever to work in £$%", so he obviously asked "why not". I reluctantly told him, knowing he was only asking me so he can get round those reasons and turn them into yes' - it's the oldest bluddy trick!
He proceeded to rattle on for about 10 minutes trying to turn those "no's" into "yes'" whilst I stood there thinking *god you are such a DIPADA!*
So he finished his plebian speech and left me screaming in my head *god please i hope i don't sound like that!*
Anyhoo, he asks me what I then thought as he now felt he successfully turned my no's into yes'. So I was honest and said, ok it sounds more interesting but I would like to work in a different sector. He then petulantly responded "well that's just not going to work and you won't have any luck".
What a knob! I told him initially I was not interested and then when I tell him I was he goes and says it won't happen! I'm better off doing this on my own.
So, today I wrote to a company I really want to work for - actually I think it's about the 5th time I have written to them. They already said no about 2 months ago, but being perpetually bored, I am writing to the person senior to the last one today. Writing to this company for a job has almost become a past time of mine, so much so, I may even add it to my CV under "interests" next time round!
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Bored
Bored = the state of being weary and restless through lack of interest.
I am bored at work. Images of banging head on desk and picking nose seems far more interesting today! Snoozed alarm for 30 minutes this morning as a result am only half dressed for work with hair resembling the appearance of having stuck it in a tumble dryer, make-up smeared on with a slingshot. Fortunately the unhalf dressed bit is hidden under my desk. Fortunately I do not have a date tonight. Fortunately boss is still on vacation so i can sit here and bang my head on desk and pick my nose.
This boredom appears to be reoccurring. It happened frequently in previous jobs until juicy challenges came my way. This weekend shall have a brainstorming scheming session with best friend to start my own Empire! (dun dun daaaaahhhHHHH! oh yes, Regina takes on the world!)
Narrowing it down, I can say that the following things about my job really bore me senseless:
9-6pm thing - it's so ol' school.
1 hour lunches - again, so old school.
Working 5 days a week - so so old school! I can be more productive in 4 days than most of my colleagues are in 5 days.
Smart dress when one only sits ones desk all day - just unecessary
Male boss with PMS who leave threatening voicemails - unecessary and next time i shall be telling him where to go!
Small minded nosey colleagues who are more concerned with what everyone else does, rather than doing their job - i sooOOooo would have sacked him if it was my business as he is useless! I do more work than him on a non-productive day than the most productive day he's ever had!
Monotonous monotony of the job can sometimes kill braincells on a daily basis if there is not enough creativity involved.
In essence, I do love my job, the challenge it brings, the fabulous people i meet and building relationships with people. But for some reason I just get bored working on the same thing for more than 6 months! It used to be 1 year, but now that it has decreased to 6 months, me thinks it's time to do something about it!
I am bored at work. Images of banging head on desk and picking nose seems far more interesting today! Snoozed alarm for 30 minutes this morning as a result am only half dressed for work with hair resembling the appearance of having stuck it in a tumble dryer, make-up smeared on with a slingshot. Fortunately the unhalf dressed bit is hidden under my desk. Fortunately I do not have a date tonight. Fortunately boss is still on vacation so i can sit here and bang my head on desk and pick my nose.
This boredom appears to be reoccurring. It happened frequently in previous jobs until juicy challenges came my way. This weekend shall have a brainstorming scheming session with best friend to start my own Empire! (dun dun daaaaahhhHHHH! oh yes, Regina takes on the world!)
Narrowing it down, I can say that the following things about my job really bore me senseless:
9-6pm thing - it's so ol' school.
1 hour lunches - again, so old school.
Working 5 days a week - so so old school! I can be more productive in 4 days than most of my colleagues are in 5 days.
Smart dress when one only sits ones desk all day - just unecessary
Male boss with PMS who leave threatening voicemails - unecessary and next time i shall be telling him where to go!
Small minded nosey colleagues who are more concerned with what everyone else does, rather than doing their job - i sooOOooo would have sacked him if it was my business as he is useless! I do more work than him on a non-productive day than the most productive day he's ever had!
Monotonous monotony of the job can sometimes kill braincells on a daily basis if there is not enough creativity involved.
In essence, I do love my job, the challenge it brings, the fabulous people i meet and building relationships with people. But for some reason I just get bored working on the same thing for more than 6 months! It used to be 1 year, but now that it has decreased to 6 months, me thinks it's time to do something about it!
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Karma baby
I pity the people who do me wrong
For the wrath of karma hits them strong.
No stone is ever left unturned
It gets them & ensures the lesson is learned.
I do nothing, it all happens when my back is turned
I free my soul, let it go, do my thang
And leave the rest to what nature brings.
The most scheming mind can never conjure
What they will endure for making me suffer.
I pity the people who do me wrong
For the wrath of karma hits them strong.
For the wrath of karma hits them strong.
No stone is ever left unturned
It gets them & ensures the lesson is learned.
I do nothing, it all happens when my back is turned
I free my soul, let it go, do my thang
And leave the rest to what nature brings.
The most scheming mind can never conjure
What they will endure for making me suffer.
I pity the people who do me wrong
For the wrath of karma hits them strong.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Word up
Suffered from heavy eyelid syndrome at 8.30am on the train this morning. I'm talking serious head nodding and whiplash! How on earth am I going to last the day if I am feeling so sleepy after having been awake for only 2 hours?! Serves me right for the heavy sleepless weekend ;-)
More tennis this week *claps hands*. Well into the fitness regime and near enough stopped smoking *claps hands*.
We really fail to realise how much power we have as individuals and how strongly we effect other people - and I'm not just talking about 1 or 2 people.
Also, how powerful we are simply by keeping our word. If you are true to your word and speak it from the heart then you really can move mountains - it is absolutely incredible! I've done it before in the past; literally moved several mountains, but I kinda forgot how I did it for a while. But now that I remember how to, there are a few mountains I am moving; I even moved one over the weekend!
I've come to notice that people who feel they are getting no where in life is usually so because they are not being true to their word, or fail to make commitments in order to avoid taking responsibility. How can you make things happen if you are not true to your word? Those so disillusioned and think they are, are in even bigger trouble, for you can't know how to correct something if you don't see anything is wrong.
My dearest friends are people of deep integrity and you can just feel the positive energy radiating from them when I am in their company. I feel like I make new resolutions about everything every day, for each day is a new one to be someone amazing!
Don't mean to sound like the arch angel Regina, but it's like I've experienced a renaissance after a happy clappy weekend last week.
Righty, I'm off for a walk around the block for a non-fag break and to polish my white wings :-P
More tennis this week *claps hands*. Well into the fitness regime and near enough stopped smoking *claps hands*.
We really fail to realise how much power we have as individuals and how strongly we effect other people - and I'm not just talking about 1 or 2 people.
Also, how powerful we are simply by keeping our word. If you are true to your word and speak it from the heart then you really can move mountains - it is absolutely incredible! I've done it before in the past; literally moved several mountains, but I kinda forgot how I did it for a while. But now that I remember how to, there are a few mountains I am moving; I even moved one over the weekend!
I've come to notice that people who feel they are getting no where in life is usually so because they are not being true to their word, or fail to make commitments in order to avoid taking responsibility. How can you make things happen if you are not true to your word? Those so disillusioned and think they are, are in even bigger trouble, for you can't know how to correct something if you don't see anything is wrong.
My dearest friends are people of deep integrity and you can just feel the positive energy radiating from them when I am in their company. I feel like I make new resolutions about everything every day, for each day is a new one to be someone amazing!
Don't mean to sound like the arch angel Regina, but it's like I've experienced a renaissance after a happy clappy weekend last week.
Righty, I'm off for a walk around the block for a non-fag break and to polish my white wings :-P
Make love not war!!
As I read the updates on the war in the Middle East, it angers me as it unfolds by the minute. America are simply allowing this war to continue and it is purely an act of cowardice. They have the power to declare an immediate ceasefire, but instead they are sending military aircrafts and arming the Zionists. How on earth can they be central in negotiating the ceasfire when they are arming/ funding the Israeli's?
America have been the cause of wars amongst Muslims over the past 20 years or so and if they allow this to continue, they could be making the biggest mistake to date which will result in World War 3.
They armed Iraq to fight Iran for 10 years. Then they go and bomb Iraq on the grounds of holding "weapons of mass destruction" which they gave them in the first place. And now they are arming Israel.
It is a massive game of chess - at the moment the pawns are fighting, it's just a matter of time before the knights, rooks, bishops and queen wake up...
I just don't understand why is it that 15 people gathered round a table cannot agree on stopping the bloodshed of innocent people.
What a wonderful world...do the math people!
America have been the cause of wars amongst Muslims over the past 20 years or so and if they allow this to continue, they could be making the biggest mistake to date which will result in World War 3.
They armed Iraq to fight Iran for 10 years. Then they go and bomb Iraq on the grounds of holding "weapons of mass destruction" which they gave them in the first place. And now they are arming Israel.
It is a massive game of chess - at the moment the pawns are fighting, it's just a matter of time before the knights, rooks, bishops and queen wake up...
I just don't understand why is it that 15 people gathered round a table cannot agree on stopping the bloodshed of innocent people.
What a wonderful world...do the math people!
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Better be divine
Peeling myself off my chair, the hot weather continues to torture for yet another week.
Alright already, where is the rain? I remember the last UK summer I experienced 4 years ago, it only lasted for 1 week and the temperature was never this high! Mind you, I used to work in an air conditioned office back then, whilst here we have those pathetic little porta noisey air con units which make more noise than pump out air and incey wincey desk fans which is as much use as a fart. The sun shines through my window in the afternoon, which is when my hair starts sticking to my face. I know... eewee.
I have to say, the worst thing about this weather is having to ride the tubes! It really is ghastly and I do try to avoid it at all costs. I walked for an hour last week simply to avoid the tube as they are smelly with the humidity of sweaty people. *puke*
OK enough about the weather, I complain when it's cold and complain when it's too hot! Never pleasing.
Summer sales are still on and going strong. Have been ever so good and only purchased 1 item *pat on the back*. Thanks to Dobuy, I now cannot stand shopping, shops or crowded shops. I've transformed from a browser, to a straight in and out chickita.
Excited as next week yet another friend from Dobuy is in town :-), the following will be another whom I haven't seen in 2 years as he moved to South Africa. *Jumps up and down clapping hands*
On another joyous note; inhale and exhale for a new chapter and mindset is born. Who better to sum up the inspired new being is non other than Ms Badu...
If you want to feel me
Better be divine
Bring me water, water for my mind
Give me nothin
Breathe love in my air
Don't abuse me
Cause these herbs are rare
If you want too feel me baby
Better be divine
Bring me water for these flowers
Growing out my mind
Give me nothin' just be gentle
Breathe love in my air
Use me, don't abuse me, love me
Cause these herbs are rare
Thank you Badu!
Alright already, where is the rain? I remember the last UK summer I experienced 4 years ago, it only lasted for 1 week and the temperature was never this high! Mind you, I used to work in an air conditioned office back then, whilst here we have those pathetic little porta noisey air con units which make more noise than pump out air and incey wincey desk fans which is as much use as a fart. The sun shines through my window in the afternoon, which is when my hair starts sticking to my face. I know... eewee.
I have to say, the worst thing about this weather is having to ride the tubes! It really is ghastly and I do try to avoid it at all costs. I walked for an hour last week simply to avoid the tube as they are smelly with the humidity of sweaty people. *puke*
OK enough about the weather, I complain when it's cold and complain when it's too hot! Never pleasing.
Summer sales are still on and going strong. Have been ever so good and only purchased 1 item *pat on the back*. Thanks to Dobuy, I now cannot stand shopping, shops or crowded shops. I've transformed from a browser, to a straight in and out chickita.
Excited as next week yet another friend from Dobuy is in town :-), the following will be another whom I haven't seen in 2 years as he moved to South Africa. *Jumps up and down clapping hands*
On another joyous note; inhale and exhale for a new chapter and mindset is born. Who better to sum up the inspired new being is non other than Ms Badu...
If you want to feel me
Better be divine
Bring me water, water for my mind
Give me nothin
Breathe love in my air
Don't abuse me
Cause these herbs are rare
If you want too feel me baby
Better be divine
Bring me water for these flowers
Growing out my mind
Give me nothin' just be gentle
Breathe love in my air
Use me, don't abuse me, love me
Cause these herbs are rare
Thank you Badu!
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Anyone for tennis?
Finally, Neo (tennis buddy and silly dancing buddy from Dobuy) has found a place to play tennis. We played this evening, so I imagine I will be unable to walk tomorrow. Hopefully this is the start of a weekly tennis regime, well as long as the weather holds up. On the last night we had drinks in Dobuy, we made a pact that we'd find a place to play tennis when we move back...9 months later ain't too bad!
It's not quite a tennis court on top of a 12 storey building next to a swimming pool with views of Shiekh Zayed Road! But a view of the glorious Thames will do just fine thank you :-)
I'm off for a happy clappy weekend of life fulfillment where I will come out the other side (Monday) feeling like everything is meaningless and I will probably want to jack in the job and go fight the Israelis! Well I already feel like doing that.
After 8.5 months of being back in Blighty, I do finally feel like I am piecing my life back together and everything is falling into place. Having the rug pulled from under your feet not once, but twice (albeit by complete choice) is pretty testing on the heart and soul. Moreover, moving back to a place which you left for a reason is far more challenging than heading to a completey new environment.
Not only the echoes of your old life (the place I left 4 years ago) whisper around you, but also the voices from the life you left behind (Dobuy) is constantly shouting at you; not in a bad way... just a way. Constantly prodding at you, you miss it and long for bits of it to come back.
Now here's the good part. I created that life and can re-create it wherever I go and that is what I am doing. It's a blank canvass and I am taking all the good bits of everything I ever liked and keeping it in my life, whilst I continue to discover new bits of life I want to keep in my life. Which means there are no bad bits left. So, my life is becoming badbitsless.
It's amazing what a simple knock about in the tennis court can conjure up?!...
It's not quite a tennis court on top of a 12 storey building next to a swimming pool with views of Shiekh Zayed Road! But a view of the glorious Thames will do just fine thank you :-)
I'm off for a happy clappy weekend of life fulfillment where I will come out the other side (Monday) feeling like everything is meaningless and I will probably want to jack in the job and go fight the Israelis! Well I already feel like doing that.
After 8.5 months of being back in Blighty, I do finally feel like I am piecing my life back together and everything is falling into place. Having the rug pulled from under your feet not once, but twice (albeit by complete choice) is pretty testing on the heart and soul. Moreover, moving back to a place which you left for a reason is far more challenging than heading to a completey new environment.
Not only the echoes of your old life (the place I left 4 years ago) whisper around you, but also the voices from the life you left behind (Dobuy) is constantly shouting at you; not in a bad way... just a way. Constantly prodding at you, you miss it and long for bits of it to come back.
Now here's the good part. I created that life and can re-create it wherever I go and that is what I am doing. It's a blank canvass and I am taking all the good bits of everything I ever liked and keeping it in my life, whilst I continue to discover new bits of life I want to keep in my life. Which means there are no bad bits left. So, my life is becoming badbitsless.
It's amazing what a simple knock about in the tennis court can conjure up?!...
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Increase the peace
I am saddened, disgusted and angered at what is happening in Middle East. Just when I couldn't hate America and the Israeli's anymore! I'm quite sure the Lebanese death toll is a highly conservative number (lies!).
I am also disgusted at how my work colleauges spent more time talking about how one thug headbutted another thug in the middle of a football pitch for having abused his mother than talking about a war and how Bush and Blair are allowing innocent people to die and have given the Israeli's another week to carry on killing innocent people! Blair's gone and done it again, he know's it's wrong but afterall he did get a nice jumper courtesy of the Bush's!
I am also disgusted at how my work colleauges spent more time talking about how one thug headbutted another thug in the middle of a football pitch for having abused his mother than talking about a war and how Bush and Blair are allowing innocent people to die and have given the Israeli's another week to carry on killing innocent people! Blair's gone and done it again, he know's it's wrong but afterall he did get a nice jumper courtesy of the Bush's!
Saturday, July 15, 2006
Missing in action
Goodness me, where to start? Been missing in action, or rather missing due to action of sorts.
Firstly, birthday came and went in true regal stylee. Certainly acting my age in terms of venue, surroundings and activities. But certainly not acting the age, more like shoe size with regards to behavior and this was without the aid of alcohol!
It started with a drive to Paris with a friend. We nipped around le Paris in le morning, followed by lunch on the Champs Ellesse near Arc de Triumph with my cousin and his friend.
The weekend was spent in Loire Valley; a quaint little place 1 hour train journey outside Paris. It’s known as the Garden of France mainly due to the acres of vineyards; very soothing to the eyes. I think I got drunk just looking at it! Also known as Valley of the Kings owing to the sheer number of Chateaus.
So, I spent the day like a princess and went on what only can be described as a Chateau crawl with my cousin and 2 other friends. In 2 days we managed to get around 9 Chateaus all varying in age, style and substance. Had a feast fit for a queen in the lawns with the backdrop of a glorious 16th century Chateau complete with moat and a zoo full of 50 odd bloodhounds!
It was non-stop giggles and laughs from the outset, with each minute of the journey an adventure of stupidity. We also decided we had to converse in French. Even if you did not know the word in French, just say it with a French accent was order of the day.
I did insist we must play hide and seek inside one of the Chateaus, instead we found a maze in one of the grounds and played in there.
The following weekend, the same crew came over to London and we embarked on a musical marathon. By that I mean we attended a couple of West End shows. Sad I know, but again, it was non-stop laughs.
We checked into the hotel, which I booked for 2 of us, whilst my cousin made his way to the separate hotel booked by his company.
The hotel I had booked was the toilet bowl of hotels! We literally fell into the hotel room, looked at the bathroom, swiftly turned on our heel, went down to reception and handed back the keys. Unfortunately we could not get a refund.
In the process I called my cousin to make arrangements for us in the hotel he was staying, as there was no way we were going to stay in the one I had booked.
Meantime, cousin was at his hotel having drinks with the hotel staff whilst waiting for us. He managed to upgrade all of us as he had acquainted himself with the hotel manager. We swiftly arrived, quickly got dressed and made our way to a club.
Three in the morning we were running the length of Oxford street singing songs from classic musicals and managed to gather a small crowd along the way. Tres bizarre.
Hours later, we peeled ourselves out of bed to breakfast and on to hit the summer sales.
First of the musicals was Chicago. Thirty minutes into it we had all fallen asleep! My cousin and I were so embarrassed; we changed seats in the interval.
Lunch and a little pick me up and then onto Phantom of Le Opera. I have ALWAYS wanted to see this one and it was worth the wait. Desperately holding back the tears at the end, after hearing sniffles around the audience I just let my tears flow. I thought it was a happy ending and he got the girl! Not only did he not get the girl, but they teefed his boat and mask!
The others returned to their respective countries after the weekend, but cousin extended his trip until the following weekend. So the remainder of my week was an onslaught of more stupidity and drinking with the mad hotel staff. My cousin is the most charming person I know; he has this uncanny ability to talk his way into anything and we always seem to get complete strangers to join us wherever it is we go.
What else?.. ah yes how can I forget? It’s holiday season, so my dearest friends from Dobuy have been visiting London for their annual holidays. Spent lunches and dinners with them catching up. Gosh I miss them so dearly!
And how can I forget Badu? Being a mahoosive Erykah Badu fan, I was lucky enough to see her perform at the superb open-air venue of Somerset House. Certainly less intimate than her previous London venues, but undoubtedly far more spectacular. She rocked the crowd in true Badu style.
Well this brings us up to speed.
Tomorrow I shall be spending the morning trying to beat my father at chess. So far he has thoroughly thrashed me apart from last weekend where I finally made him sweat a bit! He actually resorted to cheating by making up a rule as he was making a penultimate move! I let him have that “rule” only as an excuse for him beating me again. This week I have been prepping on some new opening moves.. so lets see how it works. I may try the strategy of some of his pieces mysteriously disappearing off the board...lets see how that works – tee hee!
The afternoon will be spent with one of the coolest people I know and only in town for a couple of days before flying to the Middle East. She can only be described as an Arabic version of Carrie from Sex and the City. She is also one of the most adventurous human beings I have the pleasure of knowing. Her current “great idea” is to fly to Iran and learn how to ski, or to go to the gaza strip (again!)! Obviously I am trying to talk her out of it and persuading her to move back to London.
Alors, that's le latest. More le soon, a' bientot!
Firstly, birthday came and went in true regal stylee. Certainly acting my age in terms of venue, surroundings and activities. But certainly not acting the age, more like shoe size with regards to behavior and this was without the aid of alcohol!
It started with a drive to Paris with a friend. We nipped around le Paris in le morning, followed by lunch on the Champs Ellesse near Arc de Triumph with my cousin and his friend.
The weekend was spent in Loire Valley; a quaint little place 1 hour train journey outside Paris. It’s known as the Garden of France mainly due to the acres of vineyards; very soothing to the eyes. I think I got drunk just looking at it! Also known as Valley of the Kings owing to the sheer number of Chateaus.
So, I spent the day like a princess and went on what only can be described as a Chateau crawl with my cousin and 2 other friends. In 2 days we managed to get around 9 Chateaus all varying in age, style and substance. Had a feast fit for a queen in the lawns with the backdrop of a glorious 16th century Chateau complete with moat and a zoo full of 50 odd bloodhounds!
It was non-stop giggles and laughs from the outset, with each minute of the journey an adventure of stupidity. We also decided we had to converse in French. Even if you did not know the word in French, just say it with a French accent was order of the day.
I did insist we must play hide and seek inside one of the Chateaus, instead we found a maze in one of the grounds and played in there.
The following weekend, the same crew came over to London and we embarked on a musical marathon. By that I mean we attended a couple of West End shows. Sad I know, but again, it was non-stop laughs.
We checked into the hotel, which I booked for 2 of us, whilst my cousin made his way to the separate hotel booked by his company.
The hotel I had booked was the toilet bowl of hotels! We literally fell into the hotel room, looked at the bathroom, swiftly turned on our heel, went down to reception and handed back the keys. Unfortunately we could not get a refund.
In the process I called my cousin to make arrangements for us in the hotel he was staying, as there was no way we were going to stay in the one I had booked.
Meantime, cousin was at his hotel having drinks with the hotel staff whilst waiting for us. He managed to upgrade all of us as he had acquainted himself with the hotel manager. We swiftly arrived, quickly got dressed and made our way to a club.
Three in the morning we were running the length of Oxford street singing songs from classic musicals and managed to gather a small crowd along the way. Tres bizarre.
Hours later, we peeled ourselves out of bed to breakfast and on to hit the summer sales.
First of the musicals was Chicago. Thirty minutes into it we had all fallen asleep! My cousin and I were so embarrassed; we changed seats in the interval.
Lunch and a little pick me up and then onto Phantom of Le Opera. I have ALWAYS wanted to see this one and it was worth the wait. Desperately holding back the tears at the end, after hearing sniffles around the audience I just let my tears flow. I thought it was a happy ending and he got the girl! Not only did he not get the girl, but they teefed his boat and mask!
The others returned to their respective countries after the weekend, but cousin extended his trip until the following weekend. So the remainder of my week was an onslaught of more stupidity and drinking with the mad hotel staff. My cousin is the most charming person I know; he has this uncanny ability to talk his way into anything and we always seem to get complete strangers to join us wherever it is we go.
What else?.. ah yes how can I forget? It’s holiday season, so my dearest friends from Dobuy have been visiting London for their annual holidays. Spent lunches and dinners with them catching up. Gosh I miss them so dearly!
And how can I forget Badu? Being a mahoosive Erykah Badu fan, I was lucky enough to see her perform at the superb open-air venue of Somerset House. Certainly less intimate than her previous London venues, but undoubtedly far more spectacular. She rocked the crowd in true Badu style.
Well this brings us up to speed.
Tomorrow I shall be spending the morning trying to beat my father at chess. So far he has thoroughly thrashed me apart from last weekend where I finally made him sweat a bit! He actually resorted to cheating by making up a rule as he was making a penultimate move! I let him have that “rule” only as an excuse for him beating me again. This week I have been prepping on some new opening moves.. so lets see how it works. I may try the strategy of some of his pieces mysteriously disappearing off the board...lets see how that works – tee hee!
The afternoon will be spent with one of the coolest people I know and only in town for a couple of days before flying to the Middle East. She can only be described as an Arabic version of Carrie from Sex and the City. She is also one of the most adventurous human beings I have the pleasure of knowing. Her current “great idea” is to fly to Iran and learn how to ski, or to go to the gaza strip (again!)! Obviously I am trying to talk her out of it and persuading her to move back to London.
Alors, that's le latest. More le soon, a' bientot!
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