Highly Strung

This has restored my faith in the youth of today:

Dinner

So, last weekend the Boyf and I went to Barcelona. It was a really lovely, relaxing trip and we had a great time wandering the streets.

It was during the wandering of streets on the Friday night after dinner and a jug of Sangria that we saw a naked man. Yes you read right. In the city centre, about 10pm or so a man wearing nothing but a rucksack (presumably holding his clothes?) crossed our path. This is not a bad thing, he was really quite buff I think. I say I think, because I didn’t clock him until he had passed so all I saw was the back of him – dammit!

The next day as we walked around battling crowds of tourists I turned to the Boyf and asked him – what do you think we’ll find if we head down this way? He replied ‘shall we find out’. We walked on and very quickly noticed a change in the passers by. Whereas before they had been the tourist crowd laden with shopping bags, now they were of a rather different type consisting mostly of women dressed in very tight and short clothing – yep – hookers. The men were also rather different being mainly of the seedy, vaguely dangerous looking sort. Taking the Boyfs
arm (lest he should appear to be a customer), I murmured ‘perhaps we should head back toward the Ramblas?’. The Boyf agreed it would be a good idea.

So it was an interesting trip and we both particularly liked the local bike hire system which I have written about here.

So i’ve not been sleeping well – again, and I’ve not been feeling great. The not sleeping magnifies the not feeling great, which makes me feel guilty for not being able to be stronger, which feels impossible because I haven’t felt well rested in a week or so.

I thought that I could make loads of things happen at once and be okay with it, turns out it’s not as easy as just making changes, there’s a little thing called adjusting that I need to do as well. I am unfamiliar with not being on top of things and in control and as a result feel insecure and weakened. Unfortunately the key to getting on top of this is some degree of patience as time needs to pass in order to fall in with adjustment. Sadly; patience is a virtue I must learn to cultivate.

Wandered up the hill with the Boyf to check out a gym last night. We’d both thought to apply hattage before leaving (it’s getting cold, and any excuse will do), just after we’d left M&S i look at the Boyf and think to myself – wow he really looks like a Muswell Hill dad in that baseball cap. You know the sort – a moneyed type who dresses well and youngish but chooses to top it off with what he thinks is a cool young persons cap.

The Boyf clocks me looking at him and says ‘so what do you reckon’ whilst smoothing the front of the cap. So I say (diplomatically), ‘i’m not really into baseball caps’ and he replies ‘this isn’t a baseball cap, its a military style hat’. So i say ‘oooo-kay, then i’m not really into caps like that’. he replies ‘but you have the other Carhartt one that I gave you which is really similar’ at which point i replied ‘yeah but that isn’t your military style Carhartt hat’. He removes the hat and exclaims ‘what tha…?’. Turns out he had grabbed a crappy ole baseball cap he got free at a conference instead of his really nice Carhartt hat and up until that point he’d been thinking he was looking prettty coooool….. I’m still laughing about it this morning.

1 Finishing my book on the convoluted trip to work. A trip involving not one, but two rubbish trucks in the way of the W3 bus on Ferme Park Road and a train failure from Finsbury Park to Moorgate.

2 The amazing sandwich I bought at Fuzzy Grub at lunchtime – witness; roast chicken, sweet chilli jam, sage and onion stuffing, and roast potatoes. Mmmmmm.

3 The fact that I’m one step closer to tomorrow and leaving work early to join the Boyf in Barcelona for the weekend. In the course of the past week I’ve not only moved (again), but also started a new job and at this stage I require a hug from the Boyf.

* Note, today has now become tomorrow due to laptop problems yesterday evening

Well this working with a company who sells rather than buys is a whole new kettle of fish. For example this morning I am the only one in the office with little or no indication from my two bosses as to whether they will be in.

It wouldn’t be a problem except that i really have nothing to do yet, so I’m just here twiddling my thumbs.

Also given that its a v small company I have been saddled with the chunkiest dog of a laptop which took a total of 4 restarts before I could log in this morning. No one else has problems with theirs because they are all using their own personal laptops..which I think I may have to resort to. At c least I’ll have admin rights to my own laptop! Can you believe I don’t have admin rights? and of course I am the only person who doesn’t. I feel some changes ahead..

So – its the morning of the first day of my new job and what have I discovered so far? I still hate wearing a suit for the simple reason that I think it makes me look like a boy. Androgyny – thy name is Kirses.

No – not an allergy to fantasy films starring David Bowie, but rather a horrible illness affecting the middle ear (called labyrinth) wherein the sufferer finds herself off balance, nauseous and headachey for days on end.

Not only have I missed 3 days of work (no great loss there), but also a meeting and social event t my new company…sometimes life sucks.

Not to be overly dramatic or anything – but I am in hangover hell.

Being three sheets to the wind seemed funny at 1.30am last night when the Boyf was trying to waltz me round the hallway while singing ‘if you happen to see the most beautiful girl in the world..’, but it aint so funny now.

And actually it was less funny just after the Boyf smashed his little toe into the bed frame and then trod blood into 4 splodges on the carpet before I walked in and pointed out his injury. Removing said splodges from the carpet while starting to feel a bit sick was the kind of thing you only do for someone you love.