Thursday, 28 February 2008
Just when I was feeling particularly unloved, mopey and despondent, the chocolate fairy appeared in the form of a technically incompetent colleague and an unknown admirer appeared out of the blue. What fun!
Yesterday, in payment for installing her new cell phone software and uploading her photos, Linky brought me 2 chocolates (been in short supply of late and so all the much more appreciated). Then, I received a call from a random stranger telling me that he’s been ‘getting up the courage’ to ring me for some time now, but would like to do more business with the company so that he might get the chance to come in more often and see me. Odd indeed. Oh, but so totally ego boosting and a lovely surprise! Linky reckons I should get Clive to start giving me commission for situations such as these! Har har.
Anyway, I know nothing about this bloke and I have no intentions of starting anything now, when I’m on the brink of skipping the country. Still, it did me a great deal of good. Now if the same amounts of attention could be lavished…oh sod it…
Ooh, I’m thoroughly enjoying The Arcade Fire and Spoon right now. (Thanks Kelvin) It took me a while before I started listening, but now that I am…’tis very good.
And now, for those wanting to be kept in the loop…I will be applying at the end of March for my visa, I’ve got the money I need together, but was having some trouble showing where it was coming from and I don’t want the Britons to think I’m a money launderer or drug smuggler (and ending up in a Thai prison Bridget Jones style), so I’m delaying the whole thing by a month. It makes me feel a wee bit more comfy as well. Anyways, it’s all getting a bit dull thinking things over, and then going over the finer details again…and again. I just don’t want to have to think about it anymore.
Monday, 25 February 2008
Last night I visited Sandra and Werner to drop off their wedding present and disc of all the photos. She played the video of the wedding that her aunt took, and showed me some of the photos she had developed from the table cameras. We sat drinking tea and laughing until I almost cried over some of the pictures. There are also a few very nice ones which I desperately would like copies of.
Man, but I am unproductive today. Between eating my lunch, dealing with rude people on the phone (have the words, ‘hello’, ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ totally vanished from language???), making a tower of documents, and calling random people over to ask them if they think a particular girl is pretty or not, I’m just not getting a lot done. Consensus on the girl is: she is average.
I’m sure that if I hadn’t stayed up until some bizarre hour email chatting to a certain Welshman, I’d be in fine spirits today. Instead, I’m ratty, with a frizzy strip down the back of my hair from not drying it properly, and finding it very hard not to swear loudly at the miserable old man who’s incessantly ringing the bell outside. Once is enough dude. One ring will wake the frikken dead I assure you.
It’s not all doom and gloom though. Actually, there is no doom or gloom at all. It’s just me working myself up into a total frenzy thinking of the worst that could happen. And what can worrying do to help anyway? So, in this new light, I’m going to get some tea and do some work, isn’t that a novel idea?
Friday, 22 February 2008
Today, however, I feel like I’ve been hit by a bus. I’m seriously starting to reconsider if I may really be bipolar after all? No, not really. But I am filled with doubt and fear and all sorts of dreadful monsters. What if my visa is declined? What if things don’t work out as planned? What if I’m stuck living with my parents until I’m forty, my face starts to sag prematurely and I never marry? What if I become a miserable, portly, middle-aged woman who frightens small children, and nicer folk than myself shake their heads at me in shopping centres? These are all terrifyingly real things to fear! I don’t want to be that old lady at the club hitting on young pretty boys whilst been laughed at by 18 year olds! Shit, could these things HAPPEN?? Clearly they do, because I have seen it on more than one occasion. Please not to me!
I could go on and on about my list of fears, really, I could go on. But I will save all concerned the ordeal of reading them all and me typing them. Instead, I think I’ll get me a nice soothing cup of tea. And take up smoking and become VERY good at it. Fak.
Sitting in the weekly meeting this morning, my imminent leaving was brought up and the sales director almost fell over and collective gasps could be heard when I told him that I do not in fact have my visa yet. I had to explain that I was indeed living on the edge and liked to be dangerous. Then, back at my desk, the freaking out began. Shit. I don’t like to be dangerous! I’m a play it safe kinda girl for goodness sake!
Right, that cuppa tea and a fag…
Monday, 18 February 2008
I’m feeling edgy today. It doesn’t make it better knowing the cause of my distress. I suffer even so. I know it’s stupid. I have NOTHING to cry over, no great misfortunes, no hardships, no drama of any significance. Nothing whatsoever. Life is peachy, the sun continues to rise each morning and compared to the troubles of others, I have the perfect life. Or pretty damn close on perfect anyway. Right…I’m fooling myself, I can’t imagine anyone compares their circumstances to mine and feels envy of any sort or on any level. I’m not helping myself.
Sunday, 17 February 2008
Somewhere along the way.Trying to keep cool.
It was a pretty wedding, with lovely people to speak to and I spent a goodly amount of time chatting with Sandras cousin and we do seem to get on excellently. He even very kindly offered to drive me back to Johannesburg on Sunday afternoon as I was going to be leaving with Ruby after the wedding. I had to decline though after thinking about it for a short moment, tempting as the offer was. Hmph.
I do hope that Sandra and Werners married life is a long and happy one and that any negative opinions I may have had in the past may be totally unfounded.
On the way back to Johannesburg
Sunday, 10 February 2008
New bright tshirt, but with the same sad message. Apparently.
I’ve been super industrious today (surprisingly, as it’s always unexpected when I actually get stuff done) Yay me! I’ve cleaned my car, washed the bull terrier, made lasagna, tidied up, cleaned up the aftermath of bathing the bull terrier, and uh, oh…that is all. BUT…it really is pretty good after a boozy night out with the girls, sleeping in late and I’m only now going to eat lunch…so…
Tuesday, 5 February 2008
What brought on the above reverie who can tell? I’m sure I laughed out loud in my sleep though.
Monday, 4 February 2008
Sunday, 3 February 2008
We walk through the door only be confronted with the sight of near naked men milling about on one side and we’re shown to our section of the venue and our small table, the house rules are explained to us and our drinks are ordered. So far ok. On the way through to the bathroom someone (I say someone but it was in fact a stripper) grabs hold of my trousers and yanks me back and starts doing who knows what to me whilst another guy gets me from the other side and I became a Katie sandwich whilst my friends use the ‘scatter in case of emergencies’ tactic to ensure survival. I was released pretty quickly and it was all over with, that, however, was only the beginning of it. The whole evening I was victimized! Every time anything was going on, that’s right, they picked me. I was pulled up on the table by the dodgiest of blokes, I was made to shoot a water pistol at the pretty blonde boy, I was nominated for a body shot, made to rub cream into the same pretty blonde boy, and oh, I’m sure there was more.
Ok, I moan, but it was in actual fact, pretty fun. We had a huge laugh (mostly at my expense) and then went on to Manhattans. Thankfully, nothing suspect or dodgy happened to me there, ooh, no, I forgot about the creepy bald dude who was standing on the dance floor staring at me while I danced...for a goodly hour or so...even after we moved away. That was weird.
It was all innocent enough with some Spiced Gold and shooters and a couple of good sing-a-long songs as well as a few not so sing-a-long-able songs but we happily danced until the wee hours of the morning.
Yup it was good. And if I EVAH become anything like the old fat woman who was perving over the strippers, Noleen has kindly offered to put a bullet in my head, or something along those lines, to relieve me of my misery, and the misery of those around me.
Taryn, Dominique, Sandra, Kaz, and me