Having finally got out of holiday mode (read: lazy mode), I feel like writing a post. I suppose insomnia generated boredom is a bit of a kick in the ass too but either way, you’re getting your post.
Despite being forced into a small space (I say small space, I really mean a house smaller than the size of Manhattan although infinitely more difficult to navigate) with my family for the holidays. It’s not that I don’t like them, I can just… only deal with them in small doses before they drive me nuts. You know, the kind of nuts where you feel you should be in a padded room rocking gently. It didn’t get to the point I was imagining a straitjacket, which, just because I feel like sharing, I am able to escape from… How’s that for a party trick?
I’ve decided that this year, just because I enjoy being different and awkward, my new years resolution is going to be something somewhat less specific than eating well or working out. This year, my resolution is to find the drive and motivation I lost a long time ago. I’m not really sure how I’m going to determine success or failure but I suppose getting where I want to be is the ultimate goal. Well, I want enjoy getting there as well as being there… Oh and, because there’s no way I can’t factor in a little geek, I’m also going to learn at least one programming language properly. Now I’ve made all the necessary declarations, I feel happy enough that someone will put their foot up my ass if I forget them, not that they can actually be measured or rated…
I have two little spaniels with four little paws each. These little paws make little “clicks” on the floor as they walk around, the advantage of this being, there is no way they can creep up on you. The situation is a little different when you can’t hear their paws due to some kind of iPoddage. It seems to allow them to fly onto the couch next to you (or into the back of your laptop *snicker*) without warning or, in the case of the puppy, to struggle up onto the back of the couch and creep across to my head where she can put her cold, wet nose behind my innocent ears. I’m going to wash my hair when I finish writing this.
The new years party:
- I managed to get two enormous bruises (one on my leg, the other on my arm) at a new years party. I don’t remember how I got them, despite the fact I didn’t have anything at all to drink. Is it wrong of me to actually want to be able to call them UDIs? (unidentified drinking injuries)
- I’m amazingly bad at matching names to faces. Luckily, about 90% of guys at the new years party had one of three names giving me 1/3 of a chance of succeeding. Luckily, most of them ended up too drunk to care anyway
- I thought it would be a good idea to give my number to people without getting their names. This led to a hell of a lot of confusion when everyone started texting me the next morning. It wasn’t helped by the fact everyone had the same name and in the end, I found myself asking people what color shirt they were wearing. See, I can match names to shirts!
- I stole a number of ties and hats from people, many of which I still have. I also have Bradley’s coat, which I borrowed when I realized that a corset, hot pants and a very teeny top hat weren’t very warm. For the record, it was a pimps and hos party, it’s not my normal style!
At the moment, work isn’t so bad. January 1st was my one year anniversary of working there and also the day a bunch of new people started. So not only does that mean I’m no longer a n00b, I actually have people asking me for help instead of me asking them. I finally feel that I might actually be useful. Despite that, someone still managed to fuck up something that seems oh so simple, resulting in a group of us, including me, not getting paid. After talking to my boss who promised to deal with it, I’m expecting a nice big paycheck – I’m waiting for two months money PLUS whatever I’m supposed to get for working over Christmas. When I finally get my hands on it, I’m going to buy myself a nice, big new years gift. Just because…
Happy New Year (even if I am a week late)
