Hope everyone's day is full of warm and mushy feelings.
And Happy Anniversary to the boy.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Cityrail apologises for any inconvenience
Is it just me, or has anyone else noticed a bit of a change at the station lately?
The electronically copied and pasted together announcements in the dulcet tones of Gretel Killeen appear to have been replaced by a real live person doing the announcements.
Why has this happened? One can only theorise (since a quick search of their website shed no light whatsoever on the matter)
Either...
The electronically copied and pasted together announcements in the dulcet tones of Gretel Killeen appear to have been replaced by a real live person doing the announcements.
Why has this happened? One can only theorise (since a quick search of their website shed no light whatsoever on the matter)
Either...
- The auto-thingy is broken. It happens to the trains enough, after all. this has got to be a likely scenario
- It's a ploy to make people feel more empathy towards city rail. The chap does sound rather friendly. Let's see how excited he is after a couple of months of continuous train announcement, though.
- Gretel's tried to renegotiate her contract. BB is losing ratings every season. CityRail is having none of it.
- Some train driver's broken his thumb or something and can't drive. He's on worker's comp anyway, so they thought they'd put him to good use and stop him gettnig bored.
- Nothing's really changed, I've just finally lost the plot and am hearing voices.
what does everyone else think?
Speaking of my mailbox...
Speaking of my mailbox...(were we?) I think that last post requires further explanation.
It's not that I walk past my mailbox several times a day and yet fail to empty it.
I live in an apartment complex with a centralised mail room.
It's actually a bit of a walk to get there from my door. I go in the side gate from the train and directly to the basement if I'm driving, and out the opposite side gate if I'm heading up to Newtown. Hence, I don't actually tend to go past my mailbox very often. Only on weekend mornings when I head down to get my weekend newspaper from the shop of a coffee from the cafe.
And last weekend the boy was up early (due to falling asleep watching telly at 8pm) and went and got the paper and a coffee for me, so there was no mailbox run.
Just in case you were wondering.
Because you might have been.
It's not that I walk past my mailbox several times a day and yet fail to empty it.
I live in an apartment complex with a centralised mail room.
It's actually a bit of a walk to get there from my door. I go in the side gate from the train and directly to the basement if I'm driving, and out the opposite side gate if I'm heading up to Newtown. Hence, I don't actually tend to go past my mailbox very often. Only on weekend mornings when I head down to get my weekend newspaper from the shop of a coffee from the cafe.
And last weekend the boy was up early (due to falling asleep watching telly at 8pm) and went and got the paper and a coffee for me, so there was no mailbox run.
Just in case you were wondering.
Because you might have been.
2 Days until pay day.
I'm counting on a big influx of donations to my big fundraising effort. I seem to have stalled the last couple of days.
Still waiting on the receipt book...maybe I should actually check the mailbox tonight when I get home. Then everyone's in trouble...I'll be stalking people's desks, doing the rounds, and hitting up everyone who comes to my desk to ask for work to be done. It's gonna cost them!
Tee hee. I kind of like that idea.
If you don't need any work done, but want to donate anyway...you may do so here
Still waiting on the receipt book...maybe I should actually check the mailbox tonight when I get home. Then everyone's in trouble...I'll be stalking people's desks, doing the rounds, and hitting up everyone who comes to my desk to ask for work to be done. It's gonna cost them!
Tee hee. I kind of like that idea.
If you don't need any work done, but want to donate anyway...you may do so here
Is it wrong of me....?
...to laugh at the guy who tripped over the phone cord on the way out of the meeting room near my desk?
Tee hee hee
I've just realised why I have so many accidents. I'm not clumsy, you see, it must be karma.
Tee hee hee
I've just realised why I have so many accidents. I'm not clumsy, you see, it must be karma.
Better Mood today
It's be hard to be in a worse one.
And I realised when I got home that, even though I am a staunch and vocal fan of summer rather than winter, there are a couple of winter things that are very nice. I got to use them last night.
Slippers. Warm, fluffy, daggy-with-purple-hearts-on-them, comfortable, make-you-feel-better slippers.
Soup. With hot buttered toast. Home-made with chunky vegetables and beans.
Feather doonahs. Enough said.
It's not enough to make me a winter-person. But it's a start.
And I realised when I got home that, even though I am a staunch and vocal fan of summer rather than winter, there are a couple of winter things that are very nice. I got to use them last night.
Slippers. Warm, fluffy, daggy-with-purple-hearts-on-them, comfortable, make-you-feel-better slippers.
Soup. With hot buttered toast. Home-made with chunky vegetables and beans.
Feather doonahs. Enough said.
It's not enough to make me a winter-person. But it's a start.
Monday, February 12, 2007
Some Improvement
I'm now only damp.
My lunch is really tasty. No less than 7 people walking past my desk (yep, tragically, I'm eating lunch at my desk again) commented on how good it smelled. Chickpea & vegetable curry with brown rice. Yum.
The internet seems to be particularly funny today. It started with CheddarVision, and was followed by Personal Submarines and my personal favourite: Psychic Museum Closes its Doors Due toUnforseen Circumstances.
I'd still rather be in a hot bath with a cup of tea and a packet of tim tams.
My lunch is really tasty. No less than 7 people walking past my desk (yep, tragically, I'm eating lunch at my desk again) commented on how good it smelled. Chickpea & vegetable curry with brown rice. Yum.
The internet seems to be particularly funny today. It started with CheddarVision, and was followed by Personal Submarines and my personal favourite: Psychic Museum Closes its Doors Due toUnforseen Circumstances.
I'd still rather be in a hot bath with a cup of tea and a packet of tim tams.
The whole Sad Story
Firstly, some background - I have a skun knee. Another story altogether...who'd have thought it was a bad idea to walk down the street and read the newspaper at the same time? Anyway, it's quite sore, especially walking. Especially especially walking up or down stairs.
So I get up this morning and get ready for work. It's raining a bit, so I grab my umbrella on the way out the door.
Of course, as soon as I step out into aforementioned rain, deluge begins. Umbrella basically useless in the face of the sheets of water pouring from the sky. Sore knee. Running imposible. So wet that my shoes keep slipping out from under my feet because of the amount of water between my feet and the soles of my shoes. Finally arrive at the station, completely drenched from the waist down, and decidedly damp everywhere else.
I've missed my train. Of course.
This is the photo I took once I'd arrived at the station.
Catch the next train. Still wet.
More background - the late train runs around the city circle in the opposite direction to the early train. This makes my journey longer so on mornings when I take the late train, I usually jump off at Central, run down the stairs for my platform, up the stairs to another platform and hop on a train going the right direction.
So I get up this morning and get ready for work. It's raining a bit, so I grab my umbrella on the way out the door.
Of course, as soon as I step out into aforementioned rain, deluge begins. Umbrella basically useless in the face of the sheets of water pouring from the sky. Sore knee. Running imposible. So wet that my shoes keep slipping out from under my feet because of the amount of water between my feet and the soles of my shoes. Finally arrive at the station, completely drenched from the waist down, and decidedly damp everywhere else.
I've missed my train. Of course.
This is the photo I took once I'd arrived at the station.Catch the next train. Still wet.
More background - the late train runs around the city circle in the opposite direction to the early train. This makes my journey longer so on mornings when I take the late train, I usually jump off at Central, run down the stairs for my platform, up the stairs to another platform and hop on a train going the right direction.
This morning I decided not to switch trains and to just deal with the whole city circle loop. Sore knee. Stairs hurt. Soaking wet. Already late for work anyway.
Of course. Train delayed. Stuck at Circular Quay. Train delayed. Lovely view of the bridge. Or there would be, if it wasn't raining so hard that I couldn't even see that far?
Finally get to my station. Now it's so late that my breakfast place has run out of scrambled eggs. Still wet. Knee hurts.
Get to work. Still wet. Realise we're about to push a forecast that doesn't contain any of the public holidays I so painstakingly collated for 2007. Hmmm, looks like about a full day of rework to be done. Just what I asked Santa for.
I've been at work for 2 and a half hours now. Still wet. Now also freezing. Wandering around barefoot as my shoes are still so wet that they're making my feet even colder. I put my jumper on, but it was in my bag when I was in the rain, and so is also wet. Not helping.
Grumble, grumble. Is it all over yet? I think I need a hot bath. Maybe a cup of tea and some chocolate biscuits.
Friday, February 09, 2007
If a Celebrity dies and there's nobody around to throw a press conference...
So, Anna-Nicole Smith died this morning.
Tragic. Tragic end for a tragic lady with a bit of a tragic life.
Not funny at all. Kind of sad, really.
I heard the news on Sunrise this morning while I was getting ready for work.
Might have been a bit, funny, however, watching the Sunrise gossip correspondent, Nelson, trying to be diplomatic whilst discussing recent events in the aforemention deceased's life. Admittedly, he didn't do a bad job, considering the complicated and convoluted subject matter.
Tee hee.
Tragic. Tragic end for a tragic lady with a bit of a tragic life.
Not funny at all. Kind of sad, really.
I heard the news on Sunrise this morning while I was getting ready for work.
Might have been a bit, funny, however, watching the Sunrise gossip correspondent, Nelson, trying to be diplomatic whilst discussing recent events in the aforemention deceased's life. Admittedly, he didn't do a bad job, considering the complicated and convoluted subject matter.
Tee hee.
My Rock-Star Moment
It's Friday - casual dress day at the office.
I decide on a bit of a Rock-chic ensemble...jeans, black logo t-shirt.
I accessorise accordingly...funky hat, overly-long chandelier earrings with silver lightning bolts at the ends.
I take off for work, walking up the road, feeling pretty good.
The wind picks up, flicks my nice sharp lightning bolts around, which are on lovely overly long earrings just long enough that they can flick me in the face and eyes.
Ouch.
I'll bet I looked pretty cool having my rock-star moment on the street.
I decide on a bit of a Rock-chic ensemble...jeans, black logo t-shirt.
I accessorise accordingly...funky hat, overly-long chandelier earrings with silver lightning bolts at the ends.
I take off for work, walking up the road, feeling pretty good.
The wind picks up, flicks my nice sharp lightning bolts around, which are on lovely overly long earrings just long enough that they can flick me in the face and eyes.
Ouch.
I'll bet I looked pretty cool having my rock-star moment on the street.
Thursday, February 08, 2007
An email conversation
I had plans for dinner with my friends Bridget and Catriona this weekend. A true copy of our email conversation:
B: Can I please take a raincheck on our drinks this Sat? I have gone out
way too much the past 2 weeks and I am now paying for it. I really need
a quiet weekend in on the couch resting my old bones.
J: Yeah, actually it's been bloody busy for me lately too, plus my laptop
is in for repairs and is bound to be bloody expensive.
Catriona - are you OK with a raincheck?
C: No worries at all- I have been quite sick the past few days and think i
need a bit of recuperation myself!
B: So it's agreed. We are all getting old and soft!
J: That's the same as mature and full-flavoured if you happen to be a cheese
or a wine!
C: and i am totally a cheesy wino!!
B: Can I please take a raincheck on our drinks this Sat? I have gone out
way too much the past 2 weeks and I am now paying for it. I really need
a quiet weekend in on the couch resting my old bones.
J: Yeah, actually it's been bloody busy for me lately too, plus my laptop
is in for repairs and is bound to be bloody expensive.
Catriona - are you OK with a raincheck?
C: No worries at all- I have been quite sick the past few days and think i
need a bit of recuperation myself!
B: So it's agreed. We are all getting old and soft!
J: That's the same as mature and full-flavoured if you happen to be a cheese
or a wine!
C: and i am totally a cheesy wino!!
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
The bald truth
It's been quite funny to see the reactions of people to my recent pledge to do the World's Greatest Shave.
It's ranged from people offering to donate money for me not to do it, right up to someone who thought it was so funny they'd happily shell out the lot just to make sure I am bound to go through with it!
It's a funny thing, hair. Quite a lot of how you look and how you feel really depends on it. There's a huge industry built around colouring it, cutting it, shampoo, conditioner, hair masks, treatments, hairbrushes, combs, blow-dryers, hair straighteners, elastics, hair clips, scrunchies, hairbands, gels, mousses, waxes, hairsprays and styling products. God knows, I have a bathroom full of this stuff.
I've always been a bit proud of my hair. It's naturally (yes, really) blonde and straight and usually quite shiny and bouncy.
So from one perspective, I guess that's what makes it such a scary thing to contemplate. Who will I be without my hair? What will I do with no hair on special dress-up occasions? What if I look like an alien?
But then I kind of think about the other hand as well. Maybe it will be liberating. I won't have to brush my hair in the morning and try to untangle the birds nest. I won't wake up with hair in my face and mouth. I won't have to find novel ways of keeping it out of my way while I'm working, cleaning, walking, breathing....
Most likely it'll be a bit of both. Either way, it's still enough to give me butterflies whenever I think about it. Wish me luck.
It's ranged from people offering to donate money for me not to do it, right up to someone who thought it was so funny they'd happily shell out the lot just to make sure I am bound to go through with it!
It's a funny thing, hair. Quite a lot of how you look and how you feel really depends on it. There's a huge industry built around colouring it, cutting it, shampoo, conditioner, hair masks, treatments, hairbrushes, combs, blow-dryers, hair straighteners, elastics, hair clips, scrunchies, hairbands, gels, mousses, waxes, hairsprays and styling products. God knows, I have a bathroom full of this stuff.
I've always been a bit proud of my hair. It's naturally (yes, really) blonde and straight and usually quite shiny and bouncy.
So from one perspective, I guess that's what makes it such a scary thing to contemplate. Who will I be without my hair? What will I do with no hair on special dress-up occasions? What if I look like an alien?
But then I kind of think about the other hand as well. Maybe it will be liberating. I won't have to brush my hair in the morning and try to untangle the birds nest. I won't wake up with hair in my face and mouth. I won't have to find novel ways of keeping it out of my way while I'm working, cleaning, walking, breathing....
Most likely it'll be a bit of both. Either way, it's still enough to give me butterflies whenever I think about it. Wish me luck.
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Tonight I'm Going to....
- Go straight home from work.
- Change into clothes that are stretchy
- Kick off my shoes
- Turn off the phone
- Cook myself dinner
- Sit on the couch and watch telly.
Ahhh...it's been a busy week. A night with nothing on is a luxury. I'll be in heaven.
:-)
Monday, February 05, 2007
Committed
No, not talking about what I should be due to my dubious mental state.
Talking about the fact that I'm now committed to participate in the World's Greatest Shave.
It's a great fundraiser for cancer research.
And I have to Shave my head if I raise enough money. Gulp!
So go on, hop onto the link and feel free to sponser me. It's tax deductible and all.
Gulp.
Good thing I have a lot of hats.
Gulp
Talking about the fact that I'm now committed to participate in the World's Greatest Shave.
It's a great fundraiser for cancer research.
And I have to Shave my head if I raise enough money. Gulp!
So go on, hop onto the link and feel free to sponser me. It's tax deductible and all.
Gulp.
Good thing I have a lot of hats.
Gulp
Stairways to doom
what is it with me and Escalators. Trust me there's even more stories about me falling over on escalators than I've mentioned so far on here.
And I just did it again. Absolutely no good reason. Just riding up the escalator with my lunch. Pow. Fallen over. How does that work?
Ow.
And I just did it again. Absolutely no good reason. Just riding up the escalator with my lunch. Pow. Fallen over. How does that work?
Ow.
Happy Birthday to You...
Aunty Nene!!
21 again.....
Celebrations started yesterday with a lovely afternoon in the sun in Erskineville, drinking a few cold ones (soft-drinks, of course) and the odd cocktail.
Thanks to our (unexpected and highly surprising) restraint....(Sandy's out of town at the moment. Connection?) we are all primed again for the family dinner tonight. (I'm getting an honourary invitation).
Have a great day, babe.
J.
21 again.....
Celebrations started yesterday with a lovely afternoon in the sun in Erskineville, drinking a few cold ones (soft-drinks, of course) and the odd cocktail.
Thanks to our (unexpected and highly surprising) restraint....(Sandy's out of town at the moment. Connection?) we are all primed again for the family dinner tonight. (I'm getting an honourary invitation).
Have a great day, babe.
J.
Thursday, February 01, 2007
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