Decorating

Oh I'll be off to buy my Christmas tree tomorrow, as long as I can persuade a mate/family member with a sensible car to take me - although I could always chuck it in the front passenger seat with the roof down and hope it doesn't rain I guess.
Then it'll be baubles-a-plenty and the oh-so-difficult question of "do I go for the lit up waving Santa, the 6 foot inflatable Rudolph or the rooftop nativity scene complete with flashing star in the east and kamikaze Jesus?". The dilemmas we face in this modern 'National Lampoons Christmas Vacation' world we live in.

I blame Asda and Walmart myself.

porkies

actually I kind of lied about being single again... well, sort of... erm well it's kind of complicated and I didn't want to count my chickens etc etc but it looks like they might be hatching anyway. WAHEY!!!!

From BBC website -

"A woman given up for adoption at birth will try to pick out her long-lost father from a line of impostors in a new US reality TV show. Fox TV's Who's Your Daddy promises $100,000 to the contestant if she correctly identifies her father. It opens with the contestant being introduced to a panel of eight men, each of whom must convince her that he is her real father. If she guesses correctly, the contestant wins the jackpot - otherwise the money goes to the successful impostor. "

Dear God what is the world coming to.

new job!!!

Monday afternoon and the world is fine. Yes I am writing this at work, but that is because today I will be mostly being a receptionist. Oh yes, is there no end to my talents!!!

Once I'd got over my fear of the switchboard, and mastered the art of calculating 3 x 28pence for the many employees who come and buy stamps for their Christmas cards, the rest was a breeze!! I still have a slight fear of the DHL man, and I'm suppressing the urge to sing "You never close your eyes any more when I kiss your lips.." over the tannoy... but in all I'd say this has been an good experience.

There's periods of mind-numbing boredom, interspersed with sheer chaos as the phones are ringing, the visitors arriving, employees chatting and e-mails "bringing". High powered stuff I can tell you!!!

And why am I here... well my management books tell me to occasionally roll up my sleeves and get on down with the workers. So when my afternoon receptionist called in sick I decided it was time to mingle with the real people. After all, how can you manage them when you're terrified of the equipment they use.

and it seems I'm not too bad at it. A cheery smile is my forte, I have no nails to file and I've already read last weeks Heat magazine and Hello isn't my cup of tea, so I'm the perfect (if somewhat overpaid) option!!!

single again

oh joy.
Oh well, bring on the drunken christmas party men eh.

uh oh

it's not going to be a fun evening ahead.....

cards & knickers

spent the evening watching spooks and writing christmas cards - no mean feat as you have to concentrate quite hard on both elements. Posted them today (minus passport this time) and now have to venture into the room to find all my decorations.....

As well as sending the cards - I posted a pair of knickers to a random stranger too. All part of a "knicker chain" - bit like a chain letter but without vodoo curses if you bin it, and the hope/bonus that you might get 36 pairs back to you in the post(all clean one would hope). If you're a female mate/relative reading this then be prepared - there's probably a letter in the post for you as we speak! Blame Lizzie Nash/Tozer, it's her fault!