Highly Strung

Or rather my stuff has, I however, am camping at a friend’s house due to a complete and utter lack of electricity in my new place….

The good news is the hangover Friday’s shenanigans brought on has mostly cleared so after a trip into the orifice to retrieve a bike I’m off back round the flat in daylight to actually achieve some unpacking. I’m hoping that if I do this I may feel a little cheerier about the whole situation.

Then again maybe meeting a friend for lunch is the cheeriest thing I could possibly do.

Me: so I have sofa until October. All I have until then is one chair.

Him: you should put a full length mirror in front of the chair. That way not only does it seem like you have more furniture, but also like you have a friend.

As related by a work friend: Once I cut my finger quite badly in one of other offices and had to go to hospital. When I got back to the office, I had to fill in the accident book. The entry above mine said “Got small piece of metal in eye. Was given Optrex, but drank it by mistake”

Whilst on a conference call at my desk this morning a young fella from across the office comes over and asks for my first aid kit and my assistance. Unable to leave my call I enlisted the help of another first aider. Upon enquiring later as to the nature of the emergency I discover that the office temp from across the way (who has been here 2 days), has only gone and got the small piece from the end of a pen stuck in his ear! Genius! He is currently in A&E waiting to have it extracted. Looking forward to filling in the accident report…

Today I received an innocuous looking letter in the mail, upon opening it I discovered that subject to attending a ceremony, I am now British. Woohoo, now when I join people in bitching about the weather, the trains, the government and any other aspect of our fair isle, they can no longer retort with the words “if you don’t like it, then fuck off home”. Not that its happened in a long time, but if it did I could now reply “This is my home, I’m British”.

Things I have inadvertently tried to use as a mouse to operate my computer over the last few weeks:

Mobile phone

Calculator

Post it notes

Stapler

iPod

Ever get the feeling you need to tidy your desk?

I’m going to New Zealand and Australia for most of November. I’m really looking forward to it. You’d think it’s for all the normal reasons; seeing family, my brothers wedding, the family reunion, catching up with friends in OZ etc, but no, rather selfishly I’m looking forward to sleeping a lot. Not just sleeping, but sleeping the deep sleep that only those without any real responsibilities for the foreseeable future can sleep. No waking up an cold sweat over work, no pondering over something I might have said the night before (i’ll be among those who understand me), no being woken up by noisy london and it’s plethora of noisy neighbours on all sides, no planes flying over head, no buses rumbling down the street outside, and no trains slightly shaking my house. In fact even the prospect of an over exuberant two year old bouncing on my bed while a crazy dog salivates on my face is preferable to any of the aforementioned London style awakenings. I’m even looking forward to attempting sleep on the ridiculously cramped and long flights I need to take to get there. Jaysus – I musst be tired right now….annnnd….sleep….

Now that I’m leaving good ole Kensal it occurs to me to wonder why later in the evenings Kensal Green station plays classial music in it’s ticket hall. Tonight: The Hallelujah Chorus, the other night: The 1812 Overture. So very cultured, so very not Kensal…

How much dust is there in my room, I’m sneezing like a fool at the moment. I think packing is about all I’m capable of today, which is good because I still have shitloads to do.

Slightly worried about next saturday’s move, normally I’d be rearing to go, however a few of us have set up a long boozy lunch the day before. 5 of us have taken the afternoon off work and plan to be out till the last man/woman is standing. So far we have a token gay, 2 token birds, 1 drunk and 1 token ethnic minority..reckon we’ll create quite a stir. Almost all of us pride ourselves on our complete lack of PCness. Wonder how many people we’ll offend.

Me gay mate assures me he’ll push me the direction of home before midnight….

I have just managed to secure a 4pm exit to join some work compadres on a binge drinkin exercise. They left at 2pm, no chance ofme sloping off for the whole afternoon. So I go up to my lovely lovely boss and say:

“erm Hi! I’ve been working really hard this week, I’ve done some extra hours annnnnd, can I leave at 4pm please?”

I did actually mean to give it a bit more of the so called ‘womanly charms’ however my natural bluntness disabled that action by yet again allowing things to travel from brain to mouth without first applying the filter…still, it got a bit of laugh and an affirmative answer, so fuck it…